Normally, I try to get a picture of my food before it gets devoured. I didn’t have that opportunity with this one. I’ll get to that, part, though. 🙂
So, as I mentioned in the MIA post, hubby and I have taken a “let’s do us” approach to the eating and cooking situation lately. Asisde from the fact that I’ve still got pretty bad morning sickness, I’m starting to feel much better. I no longer feel like I’m running on empty. I don’t need a nap every single day, and I am sleeping better at night. My pain has been greatly reduced and the symptoms from my IC are starting to lessen. I’ll take it. Hubby has been feeling better, too. We’re still struggling to get the little one to each much other than fruit, but I’m sure that if I just keep offering it to her, we’ll have a little paleo kiddo in no time. (That’s what I keep telling myself anyway….)
So, I’d seen this recipe for Almost 5 Ingredient Pizza Spaghetti Pie on the PaleOMG blog. Then I saw some tweets about it. Then it kept popping up over and over and over again in my instagram feed. So, finally, I decided to see what the fuss was about. I made the recipe, adding a diced green pepper, a handful of diced pepperoni (Applegate Farms makes a fairly junk free one). I also mixed some shredded mozzarella in before I baked it, because we eat dairy. I didn’t measure it, but I’d guess that I used about a cup in the spaghetti and then another 1/4 cup sprinkled on top.
As this was baking, the family started lurking around the kitchen. We were eating pretty late, so I figured that they had all already eaten. Much to my surprise, however, they not only hadn’t eaten, but they wanted to eat something that I made. I let it bake for just over an hour, but it probably needed a little bit longer. I couldn’t take it any more though, and pulled it out of the oven, and set it on the counter to rest. I went to check on the baby, and when I came back downstairs, they had all decided to dig right in. Uh, okay. What is awesome, though, is that everyone loved it. It was so, so, so good. So good, in fact, that my husband wanted it again the next night. (There weren’t any left overs though). They all had seconds. My brother in law with the health issues had thirds. It was one of the first times since his diagnosis where he could eat as much as he wanted. He didn’t go to bed unsatisfied or hungry. That, for me, is the best part.