Food memories

I love food. I love cooking food. I love eating food. I have what you would call food memories. I remember what I ate on Rick and my first date. When I eat strawberries, I remember being a little girl, picking them off the plant at Doran's down the road. The owner of the farm always asked if he needed to weigh me on his really cool old fashioned scale, since I ate more strawberries than I put in the basket. When I eat hamburgers, I remember the cruise I went on with my parents and the juice from it running down my arm. You get the point.

Which brings me to another point. Another food memory that I remember so well, I thought it would be a great snack idea for my kids.

Veggie and fruit pizza.

When I was in high school, I cheered on the basketball cheer squad. (Yes, I was a cheerleader. I don't know why people find that hard to believe.) We had before each game what was called a spread. (get your mind out of the gutter.) Each cheerleader picked a game to host a dinner for (hence calling it a spread. Get it? A spread of food. Geesh.) There were all kinds of food ideas, the typical pizza, chicken, spaghetti, the list goes on. Out of the four years and all the spreads, only one stands out in my memory. A friends mom would make fruit and veggie pizzas. (Her mom was so cute and so nice, I always loved going to their house.) The pizza's were sooo good and sooo fresh. I always wanted to eat every last bite, and I am sure, took more than my share.

One day while I was thinking of some snack ideas, I began thinking of my high school years. I enjoyed high school, but I didn't, and still don't make friends very easy, (I have a hard time breaking the so called ice.) so I didn't have a lot of friends. Just because I cheered, doesn't mean I was popular. People probably thought I was weird, and spoke way too much before I actually thought about what I was saying. Maybe that is why I wasn't asked out by anyone during those four years. Ok, so I had a total of 3 guys ask me out, they weren't beating down my door to ask that is for sure.

Anyway, back on track...
I contacted that old friend and begged for the recipe. She wished me luck with it in hopes that my children enjoyed it. Well Beth, here are the results:

Veggie pizza came first. I remember her mother's looking so much more prettier than mine, and I probably should have cut the veggies smaller, but hey, it was my first time.

Krischan tasted, then tasted again. Then poked and prodded. "I don't like bell peppers, but I will eat the broccoli. I don't like the white stuff either."

Jakob loves vegetables, so he just ate the vegetables off of it. I even tried to tell him the crust was crescent rolls. The eyes got wide, but he didn't buy it after a taste.

Kadence, she just looked at it. Ran her finger in it, tasted it, then turned to me and said: "yuckie."

I think it was the veggie thing, plus in their mind, veggie and pizza should not be in the same sentence. Never fear, I will try it again with a few tweaks.

Next up: Fruit pizza...

Kadence likes how it looks.

That is a start...

Krischan took a bite and never turned back.

Jakob was skeptical.

But was soon won over.

Kadence, no problem. Anything with strawberries on it she loves.

So the verdict is this:
Fruit pizza a BIG winner.
Veggie pizza, not so much. You would think that kids who love brussel sprouts, would love veggie pizza. Oh-well, I will just have to see what I can do to it to make it more appealing to them.

Both are great snack ideas for after school or when friends come over.

MMM, YUM. Thanks Beth, and Beth's mom.