Anddd, it’s Super Bowl week!
As always, I’m here for the food. Ooooh and JT’s halftime show. I’m always ready to see him, but extra excited to see what he brings this time. Also, I bet if I went back and read my other Super Bowl posts my opening lines are similar (face palm, I’m predictable). But JT surpasses them all!
My bedroom was covered in pictures of him growing up, like literally covered from top to bottom because my sister was a crazed *Nsync fan (and I was by default obviously) and bought/ripped out every magazine they were in. Even if it was a sliver of one of their faces. So Justin and I go back to the early Tiger Beat days.
Wait there’s a sports game going on? I forgot. KIDDING GUYS.
I started purposely writing this post last week before we went away for the weekend. I wasn’t totally sure the state I’d be in (tired and full) when we returned but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from talking about pepperoni pizza bites because everyone needs these on their menu for the big game.
We spent the weekend in Chicago, Erick surprised me for a 30th birthday extravaganza back in our old city. The surprises came all weekend – when best friends and my parents kept showing up, and birthday and wedding videos were played – it was beyond incredible and I am truly spoiled.
When I was younger – or even if you asked me a few years ago – I thought turning 30 would be a scarier thing. Milestone birthdays before it meant nothing – 20 in college? You’re just waiting to get to 21 to actually be legal. 10? I couldn’t tell you much about my 10th birthday but I’m sure a dinner at our favorite hibachi place was involved.
But 30! I always thought, wow! 30! I need to have so much accomplished before then, I need to grow up.
And then 30 started to approach and I realized that is not the case at all. That instead of looking back and saying things like ‘oh I wish I would have done this, I wish I would be here in my career, I wish xy&z,’ I look back and am proud of so many things I’ve done. Of this little blog, of my amazing friendships, of my travels and adventures, of the incredible husband I get to call mine, of so much!
I look at 30 as another year – but an exciting one – and I say let’s do it. Just as long as I don’t find any wrinkles on my face, then let’s do it.
I got completely sidetracked from pepperoni pizza bites and how you need these at your Super Bowl party, but that’s what happens when you get another year older.
- 1 pound pizza dough
- 4 tablespoons grated parmesan cheese + more for topping
- 1 clove garlic, minced
- 1 teaspoon fresh parsley, minced
- 1 teaspoon dried oregano
- Salt and pepper
- Red pepper flakes
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- 4 ounces shredded mozzarella cheese
- 4 ounces mini pepperoni slices
- 1 tablespoon butter, melted
- Preheat the oven to 450 degrees F.
- Let the pizza dough sit out at room temperature for 10-15 minutes, then roll the dough out onto a lightly-floured surface.
- In a small bowl, combine the parmesan, garlic, parsley, oregano, a pinch of salt, pepper and red pepper flakes. Brush a tablespoon of olive oil onto the pizza, then sprinkle half of the seasoning mixture onto the dough.
- Sprinkle the mozzarella cheese onto one half side of the dough and top it with the pepperoni, and a little more parmesan cheese if desired.
- Fold the side of the dough (that doesn't have the pepperoni/cheese on it!) over to the over the side, and cover the filling. Sprinkle the remaining seasoning mixture over top.
- Use a pizza cutter or a sharp knife to cut the dough into thin strips. You can either twist the strips, or just press down on the ends to keep them as closed as possible. Brush the tops of the bites with the melted butter and arrange the bites on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper.
- Bake 10-12 minutes or until twists are golden brown. Serve with pizza sauce!