While the pizza was cooking away in the oven, I tossed together some frisee lettuce, a few cherry tomatoes and a little balsamic vinaigrette. I let the pizza cool for just a minute or two and then spread the salad over the whole thing.
The Southern husband, being the chivalrous guy that he is, let me have that last slice. But only after I promised to put salad pizza in the regular menu rotation. See what good things happen when you eat your veggies?