The only problem, though, is that I have no willpower whatsoever when faced with pizza made from scratch. Whenever he makes it, I know that I'm ingesting 80 million calories in one sitting -- but I just. Can't. Stop. Myself. I'll eat the pizza until I'm sporting a huge Buddha belly and I have to change into elastic waistband pants to accommodate my stomach.
Soon after we started dating and almost immediately after I started housing all this delicious pizza, I realized that my thighs were expanding faster than the universe. My butt was starting to look like it could be its own sovereign nation. This was a problem.
The solution, obviously, was to cut back on the pizza (which I did) -- but those pizza cravings just wouldn't go away. Then, I started seeing variations on tortilla pizza around the blogosphere and in a couple of health food magazines. What a freaking brilliant idea! I had to try this for myself, and oy, am I ever glad I did -- to whoever originally thought of these things: mad props.
My tortilla pizza is a GF version (duh) and fairly traditional: I use a GF rice tortilla, marinara sauce, spinach, and some Parmesan cheese.
This, as it turns out, is a perfect use for GF tortillas - while they're the perfect size for making wraps, I find that they crumble faster than a mud hut on the San Andreas fault line. The pizza allows it to stay flat -- and it gets it all nice and crispy, which is quite fantastic.
Oh, and it's fast -- like, uber-fast -- so it makes for a delicious and guilt-free dinner when you're pressed for time.