Necessity is the mother of freakishly satisfying junk(ish) food. It was one of those harried afternoon phone calls. And it was a catalytic moment. I’m at work. My wife’s at home. We’re figuring out the family dinner. Pizza? We had the dough. We had the cheese. That and a salad. Somehow, it sounded boring. I said: “We have bacon.” She said: “We have cherry tomatoes.” I said: “We have cavolo nero.” She said: “Kind of like a BLT.” I said: “Yes.”
Smash cut to: a 425 degree oven. A bubbling gooey mess of a pizza, dough browning, yellow and red cherry tomatoes bursting from the heat, little pieces of Niman Ranch dry cured bacon curling at the edges. In a sautee pan: cavolo nero shiny from a quick sautee in olive oil and garlic and chili flake. We (the adults that is) wash it all down with cheap pinot noir. The kids wash it down with water. For some bizarre reason my boy eats around the bacon, confirming his trend-busting palate. My girl eats it all and then some. My wife and I eat some and then some and then some. It really was a pizza-like lens on wonder of the BLT: salty, smoky, sweet, fresh, plus cheesy.
Not health food by any means, but healthy to our souls. And enough to keep us inspired to cook another family meal on another day.