Late Night with Mr. Pizza

A common side effect with eating right for dinner is the late-night snacking sessions, or that's what I have learned.

I scoured the kitchen for a snack, anything but those damn Wasa crackers! I wanted something substantial, something warm, something with punch of flavor. I wanted pizza.

I allocated two wraps, mozzarella cheese sticks, some basil from the pot in the kitchen window, a Parmesan shake 'em can, tomato paste, an onion, and some frozen veggies. I was determined to make this work.

I slathered the tomato paste from corner to corner on the low-cal wrap, sprinkled some cheese and topped it off with some sliced onion, basil and mixed vegetables. Then in it went into a preheated oven directly on the rack at 350 degrees for about 10 minutes.

When the "ding" chimed, I ran and began to salivate like Pavlov's dog. It smelt great! I opened the oven and tried to take it out. Problem: toppings and cheese were too heavy for the thin wrap to hold so the make-shift pizza started to crack and slip through the rack.

With the help of my Mom, we managed to salvage the remnants of the pizza. Unfortunately, the mushy consistency of the wrap base ruined any bit of enjoyment in that fourth meal. Karma, I guess.