It has been an exceedingly warm winter this year. Well, it has been warm for the past week. Before that it was -40 degrees Celsius. I have the memory bank of a meerkat, apparently. More importantly, I have reason to participate in the futile art of complaining about the weather: I had really been enjoying the deep freeze, which I know can be hard to imagine by some, but there is something rather magical about it – at those temperatures, the air gets really clear and crisp; it’s blindingly sunny, and I get to walk on the frozen river that winds through our city and enjoy the pristine cleanliness of the crunchy snow underfoot. Now that it has warmed up to a balmy 0 degrees Celsius, things have turned a sloppy brown-grey, and my winterized body finds this turn of events rather difficult to reconcile. However do you mean, Old Man Winter, to be raining in January? To wear a coat or not wear a coat? Why am I only wearing one pair of pants? Oh, such deep life questions. With my blood thickened to withstand the temperatures preferred by polar bears, this warm muck feels completely oppressive. Moreover, since there are still plenty of winter months left in the calendar, and it is bound to grow cold again, I feel caught between two worlds: one arm in my parka’s sleeve and the other bare, pale, exposed to the damp winter air, and somehow, not goosebumped.
So, with our apartment windows thrown open, it’s only natural that I start to cook like I live in Los Angeles.
Last spring I was lucky enough to visit LA for a few days. It was a pilgrimage of sorts, as I spent most of my time taking yoga classes and meandering through Whole Foods. I washed my innards in cold-pressed juices, paid homage to my intestinal microbiome with sautéed kale and brown rice that had been blessed with gratitude, and otherwise revelled in a kingdom of fresh, bright fruits and vegetables that promised everlasting happiness through puritanical gut euphoria. Exceeding though my efforts were, alas, the crux: my soul had been stained with the darkness of skepticism for too long to really be washed clean. Still, I like to pretend it’s possible sometimes.
So with this unseasonably warm winter weather, I decided to try making a quinoa pizza crust. Being the ultimate triptych of gluten-free, vegan (well, at least it was supposed to be), and made with LOCAL quinoa (oh my), it was to be the ultimate remembrance of the previous’ spring journey.
Also, I happened to have all the ingredients (or most of them) at home.
Also, it turned out decently well, luckily – because I used the recipe from Raw: Recipes for a modern vegetarian lifestyle, by Solla Eiríksdóttir, who also lives in a mostly wintry place (Iceland) and somehow manages the positively miraculous achievement of eating a plant-based diet in a country known for its fermented shark.
The original recipe was vegan, and asked for vegan cheese and cream cheese. As I am not vegan, and prefer to use things I have on hand instead of buying more, I used dairy cheese and goat cheese mixed with a little sour cream to replace the vegan options, respectively.
Zucchini goat cheese pizza with a quinoa crust
(adapted from Raw: Recipes for a modern vegetarian lifestyle, by Solla Eiríksdóttir)
makes 1 pizza
For the crust:
¾ cup (115 g) quinoa, uncooked
½ tsp sea salt flakes
½ tsp garlic powder
½ tsp black pepper
1 ½ tsp dried oregano
¼ cup (20 g) grated cheddar cheese
1 tbsp olive oil
For the topping:
½ cup goat cheese
¼ cup sour cream
½ zucchini, very thinly sliced
Hemp seeds (for sprinkling)
Olive oil (for drizzling)
Soak the quinoa overnight in water, covered. The next day, drain the quinoa and blend it with ¼ cup water, salt, garlic, pepper, and oregano, until it is smooth. Pour the batter into a bowl and stir in the cheese and oil.
Put a 9” tart ring on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper and pour the batter into the ring. Bake in a preheated 375°F oven for about 20 minutes, and then remove. Wearing oven mitts, cover the crust with another baking sheet, and flip the baking sheets over with the crust between them. It is a daring maneuver; I recommend that one be even-tempered and emotionally stable for this. Bake on the second sheet for another 5-10 minutes.
Remove the crust from the oven and lower the temperature to 350°F. Mix together the goat cheese and sour cream, and spread it over the crust. Lay out the zucchini slices, and bake for another 10 minutes. Right before serving, sprinkle over some hemp seeds and olive oil. Slice and eat while wearing shorts.
This makes one pizza, but I think if you double the recipe you could forgo the tart ring situation and have enough batter to spread across an entire baking sheet to make a rectangular pizza crust.
The next time I make this, I think I’d like to make a dessert pizza! Imagine: remove the oregano and garlic from the crust, bake as usual, and then top it with whipped cream, berries, and chocolate shavings. With this pizza base, you could have a whole meal of pizzas! I don’t see how this can be wrong.