Food is nostalgic, is it not? I often think of my food memories when I making meals at home. I think how I got hooked on certain dishes or the funny experiences that happened during that meal. Most of these memories are good and make me enjoy cooking even more.
That’s when it hit me. I need to share this. No, WE need to share this. Memory Food Monday. Can I make that a button? Would you want to hear stories and share recipes? I think it would make for a Marvelous Monday, right Katie?
This past weekend I made homemade gluten free pizza. I’ve made several kinds of homemade pizza before. Ones with almond meal crust, corn meal crust, cauliflower crust, socca crust, etc. Each time I make pizza at home with the hubs, I’m reminded of our first pizza making date back in Hawaii.
This was probably 6 or 7 years ago. I had just moved to Hawaii and was staying in one of his dad’s friends Ohana (kinda like a garage apartment). Anyway, James had the night off work/training and we decided we’d go over the coffee farm (his dad’s place), make a pizza and watch a movie. Perfect little date night, right?
This is us back in Hawaii 6 years ago.
Well James had never had homemade pizza before and I was in shock. I insisted we go to the store, gather some fun ingredients, some wine, and get cookin! Now, Kona really only has one store and it’s not cheap. I gathered all my ingredients, James paid, and then we hopped back in the car. There’s also really only one road in Kona, and it’s one lane most of the time. Well, as soon as we started back to the house, my bladder hit. I had to pee so bad! I was hoping we wouldn’t get stuck in traffic and that i could wait till we got back but it got to the point where I just couldn’t hold it, I begged James to make a U turn and pull into the gas station back behind us. Being the sweet guy that he is, he went for, and made a U turn, even though it was illegal. Then boom, just like that, a cop pulled him over. I tried to beg the officer to let him off the hook and that my bladder was going to burst. In fact, I told him I was still holding it and that I needed an escort to the nearest potty. LOL. He didn’t like that.
So James got a $200 and I still had to pee. We got back to the house and bolted to the bathroom. Ahh, sweet relief. I then felt horrible for having him buy so many $$ ingredients and then getting a $200 ticket. I told him I would make it up to him with this pizza, and in fact, I did! We still both remember that pizza. Chicken, spinach, eggplant, goat cheese. YUM! James says it was most expensive homemade pizza he ever had. Haha, I agree.
But the night wasn’t over. He still had to take me home (back to my ohana). It was late, dark, and we were tired. And then it happened. Locked out, no key, and no one home. We tried to call Gerry (the owner) but he did not answer. We searched for spares and found nothing. We had one last option. Try to find a window that was open. James hoisted me up the back window, I pushed off the screen, and violently gently nudged it open. Break in Success!
A night of breaking the law, and all for one MEMORABLE homemade pizza!
What’s your Memory Food this Monday?