Recipe: Pizza Made with Pillsbury Crescent Rolls

Ainsley and I made dinner tonight while Kristen was at the gym. We kind of made it up based on stuff we have in the refrigerator. We made Pillsbury Crescent Rolls stuffed with pizza fixings.

Ingredients:

One Can of Pillsbury Crescent Rolls
One small can of pizza sauce (We had a regular size can, and only used half.)
Shredded mozzarella cheese
16 pieces of pepperoni

Basically you pop open the crescent rolls, and unrolled them into triangles. This is a pain in the ass. One can contains eight triangles.

Put about 1 tablespoon of pizza sauce, a little shredded mozzarella, and two pieces of pepperoni on each triangle.

Roll them up according to the directions on the can. You can't really Crescent them... because they're pretty fat. Plop them on a cookie sheet (with no anti-sticking spray, etc.) and bake them at 375°F for about 12 minutes.

It makes eight rolls. Each roll is about the size of a small slice of pizza, so depending on your family you might double the recipe.

They have a slightly sweet taste because of the crescent rolls, serve you want more of a pizza flavor I'd recommend adding some garlic & oregano. We also made two of them without pepperoni, because Ainsley is a vegetarian. I tried both; the pepperoni ones were superior by far.

I don't think you could really use any other toppings because anything chunky would not roll very well. Anchovies would be a possibility, but peppers, mushrooms or onions would be too much.

Gourmet dinner... no. Twenty minute meal that kids like... yes.

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