My gluten-free mum came over for lunch today. Having tired of whipping up soup or investing in a ‘free-from’ loaf of bread that languishes in the bottom of my freezer until the next time the gluten-free mum comes to visit again, I decided to pull out all the stops and give cauliflower pizza a go.
With this being ‘Anna Jones month’, her any night of the week pizza was my recipe of choice. I’m pretty slow to the cauliflower pizza party (mainly due to the husband not being a huge fan of the choux-fleur), but with gluten being off the menu today and the any night of the week pizza winking at me every time I flicked through Anna’s a modern way to cook book, I thought ‘what the heck’ and whizzed up a head of cauliflower to make the base.
Having mixed the pizza base ingredients together, including porridge oats (which I’m always surprised are OK for my gluten-free pals to consume), ground almonds and an egg – I didn’t attempt to roll out the cauliflower pizza base, it was far to crumbly for that, so I simply squished it into a pizza shape on the lined baking tray. After a quick blast in the oven, I followed Anna’s instructions to the letter and topped with homemade tomato sauce, mozzarella, shavings of fennel and fresh basil and popped it back in the oven until ready to eat.
It looked pretty good, even if I do say so myself, but the proof was in the eating. With the gluten-free mother and I only managing a little under half of the mighty beast, the husband was given some for his supper in a bid to see if he could identify the mystery ingredient.
The verdict from the gluten-free mother: ‘It’s definitely pizza, but not as we know it…’ Er, okay, but was it nice? ‘Yes, I’d have it again’, she replied.
The verdict from the husband: ‘Nice.’ But it’s made with cauliflower. ‘You can’t taste it…much’.
The verdict from the ‘not a toddler anymore’: ‘Yuck’. He wouldn’t try it, instead chowing down on a cheap as chips mini pizza from Sainsbury’s.