Feeding your people when the week kicked your ass — bought, frozen, or from scratch. It’s still loyalty.

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Pizza night wasn’t a moment we documented.
It was something we did.

When my kids were growing up—just two of them in the house, our oldest a son and our youngest a daughter—we ended up with pizza Fridays almost every week.

Not because it was trendy.
Not because it was cute.
Because it worked.

Some weeks it was bought from the quick-stop in town—fast, cheap, hot, and good enough when we were too worn out to think.

Some weeks it was frozen—grabbed on sale, stacked in the freezer, there when the budget was tight and energy was gone.

But most of the time, it was from scratch.

I had a quick-rise dough that took about an hour to come together. Pantry staples. No drama. Everyone picked their own toppings.

Our son usually wanted pepperoni and green olives.
Our daughter changed it up—sometimes cheese only, sometimes extra sauce, sometimes whatever sounded good that week.
Sexy loved meat—any kind of meat—and always onions.

I usually ended up with whatever was left, which honestly suited me just fine. Pepperoni and green olives were my go-to too.

It wasn’t about making something impressive.

It was about making sure everyone ate on Friday night after a long week.

It was about showing up—even when I was tired, even when the kitchen was a mess, even when the budget was screaming.

After you make pizza from scratch a few times, you realize something important:

It’s not that big of a deal.

Especially if Sexy helps roll it out.

And it tastes better. There’s no comparison.

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Now my kids are grown with lives of their own, and the funny thing is—pizza nights stuck.

They do it too.
Sometimes bought.
Sometimes frozen.
Sometimes homemade.

Doesn’t matter.

The ritual stayed.

Even Sexy and I still do pizza nights—not always on Fridays anymore, but whenever it makes sense. Sometimes homemade. Sometimes frozen when no one feels like cooking.

It’s ours.

We started it.
We kept it.

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Pizza can be whatever you want it to be.

Pepperoni.
Green olives.
Meat overload.
Veggies.
Hell—breakfast pizza with eggs and bacon if you’re feeling wild.

The toppings were never the point.

The point was choosing to sit together, eat together, and keep showing up—even when the week kicked your ass.

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🍞 Quick-Rise Pizza Dough

(Makes 2 medium pizzas)

Ingredients

• 4 to 4½ cups all-purpose, pizza, or bread flour (480–540 g)
• 1 tsp granulated sugar (13 g)
• 2 tsp salt (12 g)
• 2¼ tsp instant / quick-rise yeast (1 packet / 7 g)
• 1½ cups warm water (354 g)
• 3 tbsp olive oil (39 g)

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Instructions

1. Preheat oven to 450°F (if baking now).
2. In a bowl, combine the warm water, sugar, and yeast. Let sit 5–10 minutes until foamy.
3. Add olive oil, salt, and 4 cups of flour. Mix until combined.
4. If dough is too wet, add flour 1 tbsp at a time until soft and slightly sticky.
5. Knead on a floured surface for 5 minutes (or use a stand mixer with dough hook).
6. Place in a greased bowl and let rest:
   • 10–15 minutes (quick rise), or
   • 60–90 minutes (standard yeast), until nearly doubled
7. Divide into 2 dough balls.

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To Freeze

• Lightly coat in oil
• Wrap tightly in plastic
• Place in a zip bag and remove air
• Freeze up to 3 months

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To Bake

• Roll into 10–12” circles on parchment or press into a greased pan
• Pinch edges to form a crust
• Add sauce and toppings
• Bake 12–15 minutes
  (20–22 minutes for thicker crust)
• Bake until edges are golden and cheese is bubbly

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Notes from me

• Quick-rise yeast gives you a fast, 1-hour dough
• Add garlic or onion powder for extra flavor
• For outdoor pizza ovens: add up to ¼ cup more flour
• Thaw frozen dough overnight in fridge, then rest 20–30 minutes before using

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This isn’t about pizza perfection.

It’s about feeding your people when the week kicked your ass and the budget was tight.

It’s leadership.
It’s loyalty.
It’s choosing to show up—bought, frozen, or from scratch.

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👉 What does pizza night look like in your house?
Friday or otherwise—tell me straight.

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