This is not a recipe. This is a life-changing experience.
I first encountered the pizzookie before I was living in Phoenix, but my family was, and I was here for a visit. They took me to Oreganos, a joint that has pizza, sandwiches…and pizzookies (Oreganos claims theirs is the original, but this is hotly contested, I’m not weighing in, I do not care, I’m just glad it exists at all).
To say my mind was boggled by the simplistic decadence of this awesomeness is an understatement. Okay, I’m a gal who can have her mind boggled pretty easily. So we’ll say my mind was blown.
This became my family’s “thing.” We baked our pizzookies at home, and the minute that crazy-goodness was pulled from the oven, the ice cream plopped on, it was a spoons-clinking, everyone-out-of-their-seat-bent-over-the-table-face-in-the-pan free for all.
This may be my favorite dessert of all time. Yes, I’m making that grand statement. But trust me on this, it’s a statement that needs to be made. Case in point, one of my readers reported to me that she made a pizzookie and her boyfriend and his brother got in a fistfight over it.
An actual fistfight.
Blood was spilled.
I do not find this surprising.
Give this to your family…and bask in their love
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