Coconut Creme [Pizza] Pie

Monday night differed from the norm in which the pizza really didn't take center stage. Instead, Todd had five gorgeous steaks that needed to be cooked - I know, right, how unfortunate for us! "Let them eat [steak]!"

However, Sara in all her brilliance, didn't let a good pizza opportunity go to waste. I know what you're thinking, but no, we didn't use the steak on pizza nor did we make a veggie pizza instead of starch and salad. We've threatened for weeks to do this and here was our chance - a dessert pizza!

For dinner we would have the lovely steaks pictured above accompanied by baked potatoes, bread rolls with melted cheese on top, and a lovely baby spinach salad with a sugar, white vinegar and olive oil dressing which is absolutely to die for. 

Then for dessert we would have pizza. Sara was quite ingenious with her toppings. She used coconut creme filling as the base followed by chunks of pineapple, sliced peaches, chopped blackberries (no, those are not olives) and finished with coconut.

Seeing as we were using the grill for steaks, we thought it best to bake the pizza in the oven this time so that the continual opening and closing of the grill to check the steaks would not interfere with the baking of the pizza. Sara turned the oven to 425°F and baked the pizza on a pizza stone for 25 minutes.

In the meantime, we feasted on delectable steaks. Todd brought some red wine that paired excellently with the meal and, although I would love to give you the lowdown on the wine, it is not my forte. So, when Todd sends me the information I will post it on here or maybe he can comment on the post with more on the wine. I just know that it tasted amazing!

Critique on the dinner: not enough salad! Not that I needed anymore; I was so stuffed because you just don't let food like that go to waste.

Finally, the pizza was ready to come out of the oven and boy, was that a beauty. As you can see, the coconut toasted beautifully on the top. Now, I can imagine that you would think this would be sickly sweet, but actually the salty crust balanced that out very nicely.

In fact, the men all thought that we should sprinkle some brown sugar over the pizza just to sweeten it a bit. Me? I had other ideas. Whipped cream, baby. This is what I call a dessert pizza!