My house has been converted into a pub. It’s also assumed the role of a taco stand, transformed itself into a noodle bar, and delivered its best impression of a high-end bistro. And just this past week it did its very best to convince me it was a pizzeria and although I’m not particularly gullible, I almost believed it. That probably had less to do with the candlelight and more to do with this Sausage Rapini Skillet Pizza. This pizza was so decadent that I legitimately felt like I’d had a night out after I ate it. The only difference was I didn’t require an Uber in order to crash land on my bed. Yet another weird quarantine perk.
