This afternoon my wife and I made a cheese-less pizza packed full of veggies and soy pepperoni. We topped it full of spinach, onions, roasted red peppers, garlic and olive oil. But, there was something missing. Something just wasn’t quite right. It was the cheese. The supposed downfall of people moving from vegan to vegetarian, or so I hear. We talked about it over lunch. We both noted that, though cheese-less pizza can be done well (Check out Amy’s Cheese-less Pizza, rarely at your local grocer, but always at Whole Foods), this one just wasn’t cutting it. Cheese is what makes pizza… well, pizza. Its the one thing that holds all the toppings in place. Its the experience of the stringy cheese still stuck to the pan when you pull up a slice. It is part of the experience! I know they make dairy-less cheese, but I have yet to try one I like. So, in this instance, we felt a longing for dairy. It hasn’t happened that often to me on this experience. Today was a different story.
Oh, and we had soup and salad for dinner and that was just dandy.