Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day.
Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.
During my time in Florianópolis I met a man named Guilio at the Submarino Hostel (awesome place). Whilst sitting alone in the common room on my first night visiting (correct, I had/have no friends) Guilio called over to me from the kitchen, “Hey, you want some mini-pizzas?”
Wait. Do I want some mini-pizzas? Are you kidding me? What gypsy Brazilian voodoo shit are you trying to pull? Of course I want some fucking mini-pizzas. Where are these mini-pizzas!?
Realizing that said mini-pizzas had yet to be manufactured I meandered over to the kitchen and inquired as to how this pipe dream was expected to come to fruition.
The answer was simple:
- Dez minutos no forno
Sorry, only got the Portuguese version of the recipe.
So simple, so delicious. However, endless ingredient combos exist, and I challenge you to create your own (and then, of course, share your findings with me).
Thank you Guilio for giving me this gift of mini-pizzas (especially when you take into account the Domino's situation here), and may your future endeavors in life and the fazendo of mini-pizzas be equally successful.