Pinterest Poser Challenge/Pizza Train

It's time again for the Pinterest Poser Challenge.  In an attempt at not being a Pinterest Poser,* every week I  detail a new Pinterest challenge whether it be a new recipe or a craft.   

**My definition of a Pinterest Poser is someone who is all pins and no substance.**

After last week's Angry Bird Pizza fail, I'm back on the pizza train.

Love this quote from Pinterest, but of course.

This week I tried out a recipe from my pal Jaima over at Ring Around the Rosies.  Yeah, that Jaima who is pretty Pinterest famous for her freezer cooking. I know her.  For real.  Not like I know Jennifer Lawrence because my physical therapist met her (and hung out with her) at the post Saturday Night Live party.  Or how I know the attractive young man in the Super Bowl Calvin Klein ad because he's my friend's nephew.  Nope, I really know Jaima (met her at BlissDom last year). Check her out.

Not only am I always looking for ways to jazz up the average homemade pizza, but I'm also always looking for gluten free recipes because we are a gluten free household.  So, this Gluten Free Mini Pizza Cups pin was perfect.  And easy.  But could I handle it?

Armed with our trusty gluten free Bisquick and my baking buddy, Wade, I dove right into the recipe.

Mini Gluten Free Pizza Cups (20)
Gluten Free Bisquick
Your favorite tomato sauce
Cheese
Mini Pepperonis
 
Prepare biscuits according to Bisquick directions, double the batch to make 20, or use canned biscuits if you do not have a gluten intolerance. Place in muffin tins, top with sauce, cheese, then pepperoni. Bake at 350 for 15 minutes.

It was a simple recipe and even though my pan is dirtier than Jaima's, I think they look pretty similar.  Most importantly, they tasted very good.  We modified a bit when we realized we forgot to buy mini pepperonis--we just sliced regular sized pepperonis up.  

My kids loved them.  The only thing I would do differently is put less batter/dough mix in each muffin tin spot.

Another week, another Pinterest pin conquered--proving I am no poser.  I'm the real deal, dirty pan and all.  

(While you're heading over to Ring Around the Rosies for the awesome recipes, check out a little something I wrote.  It's about food and my Grandma, awww. Check it out.)


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Anyone try out the fake bangs from last week? 

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Click here to check out last week's DIY Subway Art.

Here are some of the projects I've already attempted, the good and the bad:

Furniture Painting and Bench/Chest Makeover- click here

Thanksgiving-y Project/Gratitude/Holiday Countdown- click here
The Smoothie-click here

The Free Printable Turned Artwork in a Boring Hallway- click here

The chalk board-click here
Seven Layer Dip in Individual Cups (my favorite so far!)-click here
The pumpkin address-click here
The Kitchen Dancing Sign--click here

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No Money, No Gluten, No Problem

I would never call my kids spoiled.  Taken care of, lucky, loved? You bet.  Entitled, overindulged? Nope.  I wouldn't call them well-traveled either.  

This is not the post where I explain how to get unspoiled kids on purpose.  No, no.  This is the post where I explain that all this unspoiling is just circumstance.  Four children + public education hard working husband + stay at home mother/freelance writer= not a lot of extra cash flow.  I'd like to think that if we had exorbitant amounts of money and travelability (yes, one word) that my children would remain those un-entitled, under-indulged little lucky, loved beings.  But I can't guarantee it.

For now (and the foreseeable future) we aren't the family that goes to Disney World every year.  

We don't even go to Chuck E. Cheese but that's mostly because of my son JT's Celiac disease (he can't eat the pizza and even though I know that's not why you go to Chuck E. Cheese, it just felt all wrong).  

Last week the whole Chuck E. Cheese situation changed. They now offer gluten free pizza and we set out on a family adventure (minus our 11-year-old who was at a sleepover) to check it out.

Here are a few things I discovered:
1. The gluten free pizza and process of cooking/serving at the restaurant are really good.  
2. Chuck E. Cheese is the gateway to gambling.
3. It might as well have been Disney World because my kids had the time of their lives.

Going out to dinner as a family basically stopped when JT was diagnosed with Celiac disease.  Sure you hear of people getting bun less burgers and being fine.  But those people must be less severe than my son who just needs a crumb of gluten to get very, very sick.  Just one crumb.  We worry about gluten cross-contamination and remain very skeptical about restaurants that claim to be gluten free.

I am happy to report that Chuck E. Cheese has a very good system in place.  Their gluten free pizzas are baked in a bag so they don't touch the ovens.  

They are opened at the table and guests are given their very own pizza cutter.  All of this made JT, who is 6, feel very important and happy.  He was different in a good look-at-my-cool-pizza-cutter way.

The pizza tasted pretty not horrible which is good for gluten free pizza.

The pizza situation was heartwarming, but my kids turned into greedy little ticket monsters in the game area.  I swear when they were impatiently shoving their tickets into the ticket counter, they were drooling.  It was a little scary.  They didn't blink.  A perma-grin was glued on their faces as they set upon their quest for more and more and more tickets.

My mind quickly fast-forwarded 20 years and I pictured JT and Lucy drooling over the slot machines in Vegas.  Yeah, it all starts at Chuck E. Cheese.

Shockingly they weren't disappointed when their 380 tickets only bought them a silly straw and an eraser.  

"We'll just come back and get more tickets next time," Lucy said to her brother JT.

My children were so happy and excited that night. When Chuck E. Cheese walked out to greet the crowd of kids and do a dance, my kids went wild.  

Lucy does seem to be a little reluctant with the whole dancing  mouse/rat, but JT was all over it.

Fortunately, for my husband and me, my kids don't need Disney World to be happy.  

And they don't even need Chuck E. Cheese.  We won't be going back anytime soon--it wouldn't be special if we did and holy shit it was still a lot of money for one night of cheesy fun. 

So,my advice is to live like you don't have a lot of money (either because you have to or by choice) and you too can have un-spoiled, under-indulged children.  It makes special little moments even more special.  Honestly, we feel like we hit the lottery anytime all of our children can feel happy and like they belong.  Seeing JT feel like a normal kid and not left out was pretty damn priceless.

It may not be the biggest ticket-getting game, but I love(and always will love)Skee-Ball.