Working Girl: Pizza With An Egg

Recently we went to the farmer's market and picked up something we've never had before: duck egg. We decided that this was the perfect opportunity to make our favorite pizza at home. A pizza with an egg in the middle. 

This kind of pizza is not cut into slices, but rather into somewhat square pieces so that the middle piece is the egg in tact, perfect for dipping. On ours we put fresh mozzarella, crumbled goat cheese, roasted red peppers, and arugula. I think a touch of bacon or proscuitto would also be perfect on this pizza if you're in the mood for something meaty and saltier. It almost makes for a breakfast pizza!

We'll still end up going to our favorite restaurant because they are able to get the egg cooked to perfection. Timing is everything, especially with something as delicate as an egg in an oven hotter than 450 degrees. We've tried this pizza a couple of times now and haven't mastered the egg and cooking time. 

Everyone should know about the explosions in Boston by now. It took me until today to post about it because things like this really eat at the core of my being. When the topic is brought up or I see a Facebook status about praying for Boston, I don't feel hope, I feel immense sorrow. So much sorrow that I feel like it is flooding out of my pores. What haunts me is not why, but how? I could never imagine having such deep hatred that I would resort to hurting other people. And at the very same time, I am constantly losing faith in humanity when people do things like this. There are so many hateful people in the world, and yet, I could never imagine wanting to harm any of them...