White Pizza
About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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There is a pizza joint on da South Side of Chicago in my sister's neighborhood that made something almost like this called Butter Pizza. No tomato sauce or anything else. Just cheese, butter and this really wonderful flaky butter crust.
Hard to eat a whole bunch of it but it was a nice alternative once in awhile.
This one sounds delish! Thanks for posting the recipe, puddle.
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