Because my sister is part of a co-op, we always seem to have an over abundance of vegetables. At first it was great, but after a while you get sick of trying to invent ways to use sweet potatoes and kale. So one night, after weeks of arugula, I remembered a pizza I once had with my grandmother in Germany, who, by the way, does not like arugula in the slightest. But I liked the pizza and remembered it, so I did my best to recreate it.
I grabbed some fresh mozzarella, tomatoes and prosciutto, sliced it all up, and layered it on top of my homemade dough. And while the dough could have been rolled out thinner, I was being lazy, and it turned out great anyway.
The only complaint I have is I should have made two pizzas. I definitely didn't get enough.
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