Growing up, my mother made it a point to cook dinner for our family every night. Eating out was rare, eating dinner together was a nightly ritual. My first memory of having a frozen pizza? High school. And I’m fairly certain it was at my boyfriend’s house. I was in college before I figured out that this was not necessarily the norm for many of my friends – they thought that I was the weird one to have a mom who actually cooked, instead of relying on take-out or prepared foods.
So when my cooking adventures inspired one of these friends to cook dinner for me this past summer, I was like a proud momma. And the meal was so good, I insisted she email me the recipe! I had forgotten about that recipe until recently, when I suddenly found myself craving some of that Thai Chicken Pizza. I dug up that recipe the next day, did some tweaking, and feasted on Thai Chicken Pizza for the next three days.
