There I was peering into the fridge faced by the things that needed to be eaten . The piece of naan called out to me.
I asked it what it had in mind. It told me to be creative.
Then I remembered the chicken salad I had made not too long ago. Then the mozzarella called out in with an attitude rivaling anything in West Side Story, straight up pissed at me for looking it over. Then I realized that a pizza of some sort was before me. So I spread the naan with the chicken salad, drizzled it with Matouk’s and topped it with cheese.
Now this is one of the moments when I am all out grateful for my ex-husband’s influence. Without him, I would have never known Matouk’s. Matouk’s has enhanced my life.
It all came together beautifully. And the naan has been eaten, along with the recycled (sorry) chicken.