COOKED: Gluten-Free Pan Fried Pizza Or Damn Do I Know How To Have A Good Time

I honestly thought way back in September that during this last week of classes I'd be balled up on my bed crying for tire swings and all things childhood. Either that or constantly peeing my pants. Really, it was a toss up between the two. Who thought I'd be making food! Not me. Well, maybe me. But I guess diapers were more involved than they really are. Pee+Food! Score one for me, again. Yeah, place that little white chalk mark of win between the one for slipping on ice with a squishy burrito in my hand and the one for all the times my hat has ridden up my unshapely head. My chalkboard is almost full! What to buy with all my win points... hmm... Back to the food! So I bought this gluten-free pizza mix during a period of Lucia's Eating So Well Better Pull Out The Big Bucks For A Little Did She Know Not Worth The Cost Specialty Item. I mean, the stuff is good. But they put the pizza herbs in the dough, which is so not cool in my book (Perhaps it is a book of win? Can one have both a chalkboard and book of win?). My book of win clearly states that all true pizzas should only have the herbs in the sauce. But it also says that I'm a fool for thinking that this would be a true pizza. So, hmm. But as much crap as I've said about this poor little pizza he(you heard me) really was pretty good. I've got to find a damn lid for my large sauce pan. I'm having trouble melting cheese. It is a problem of growing proportions and keeps me up at night. It's not like I'm missing out on much. My dreams usually consist me chopping, cooking, draining and then eating broccoli. Fucking obsessed, I tell you.
Chow, Lucia