Chocolate chip pizza is a dessert that’s traveled with me across the US to the places where I’ve lived and in care packages that I’ve shipped to loved ones around the globe. It’s a dish that’s near and dear to my heart and it all began when I was in the first grade.
People don’t like to talk about it, but elementary schools around the world are divided into two groups of kids: those with birthdays that fall within the school year and those with summer ones. My birthday is in January, which means I had the golden opportunity of bringing in classroom treats on my big day. Even as an elementary student, I was into food and I took my treat selection process very seriously.
On a Saturday afternoon, my mom and I were looking through magazines and cookbooks for inspiration when the most wonderful dessert on the planet (in my six-year-old world) hit me in the face…chocolate chip pizza!
We made the pizza “crust,” really, just a giant peanut butter cookie, mixed all of the ingredients and spread it on a round cookie sheet, just like pizza dough. Then we baked it until its edges were golden brown. The giant cookie made our home smell like we’d been baking cookies all day. Then, we added the toppings and the entire pizza baked again until everything melted into gooey perfection.
The next day in class, when the moment finally arrived, I was beyond ready to share my treat. One by one, I placed a pizza slice onto each student’s desk and waited for the oohhs and aahhs that soon followed. The dessert was a winner.
This is a dish that represents the celebration of life. While it’s not an exotic dessert with an elaborate story from another continent, I’ve shared this dish with people near and far; from my sixth birthday to many occasions since. The journey from childhood to adulthood is full of experiences and memories, and sometimes, even a great recipe. I hope that you will enjoy this treat and a little taste of my childhood.