I came home from Context sf/fantasy convention too pooped to pop. Even yesterday, the day after my homecoming, I didn't feel equal to whomping up a spread. So, I took some leftovers and made a pizza.
I had made some whole wheat bread to take to the con--three times this recipe except with 1/3 of the white flour replaced with whole wheat flour--and hadn't cooked up all the dough, so I had some left in the fridge. I had cut up some zucchini slices and yellow bell pepper and brought some of those home uneaten.
So I worked a little more flour into the leftover dough, spread it on a pizza pan and drizzled it with olive oil. Spread on some spaghetti sauce--just enough for flavor, not enough for goo. Cut up the veg and sprinkled those over. Found some rather tired mushrooms in the fridge, so cut those up, too. Oh, and the tag end of these black olives. Oh, and a few capers. Some fresh mozzarella. Okay.
Bake that at 400F for 15-30 minutes, until the crust is brown and the cheese begins to toast.
Charlie, who eats to live rather than lives to eat, raved about it!
And the plot? A DIY pizza is a great way to slip an allergen to someone you want to disable or dispose of....
Charlie's fine, by the way.