Is This Pizza?

Every time I make pizza, my sweetheart says the same thing: It looks nice, but it's not really pizza. Well, what else should I expect from an Italian? This time, however, I think I've come quite close to What Pizza Should Really Be. Sunday morning I was at the grocery store, dawdling in the pickle/olive aisle, and I spied with my little eye a jar of sundried tomatoes. Yum!! I instantly wanted to slap them onto the thin & crispy pizza crusts I'd found at Target a few days before. Anyway, so I backtracked to produce to pick up some fresh basil, and a couple days later...a pizza is born:


Now I'm off to my LYS to look for some Gretel-worthy yarn. Later this afternoon/tonight, I'm finally going to see The Dark Knight.