I’ve relapsed a bit. Remember that darn cold I had? Turns out it’s not gone. Or, I’ve learned that if you stay up til 2:45am working on your 100th post and haven’t slept enough the three nights previous, your body says “NO.” The past few mornings I’ve woken up sounding like a 90 year-old chain-smoker.
Enter: THE POWER SMOOTHIE. If you’ve had a conversation with me anytime in the past week, you’ve heard about these. They’re an attempt to counter-act everything else I put into my body (re: cake, pizza and chocolate peanut butter cookies), and my blender’s been working overtime since this latest cold flare-up.
What goes into a power smoothie? It’s relatively simple: a huge handful of blueberries, any other fruit I have around, a big chunk of fresh ginger, almonds, unsweetened juice, a squeeze of lemon juice, and a ton of spinach. Yes, spinach. It makes the smoothie almost black, although in yesterday’s version I added less spinach and an entire beet, so I ended up with a lovely pink mugful of goodness.
Along with this drink o’power, it turned out that my 90 year-old chain-smoker self was craving pizza. I needed comfort food. One of my instructors at The Oval, Pat, had recommended Wheat House Pizza to me, so I decided to check it out. Turns out it’s just a short walk from Brighouse Station, almost next door to The Marriott Hotel on Westminster Highway, where I stay-cationed awhile back.
It’s a homely little shop, just a few doors down from a large and flashy Panago.
A soft-spoken Chinese man served me, and it appeared that he and his wife ran the place. In addition to pizza, they offer all kinds of baked pasta, Greek food, salads, chicken, and ribs. I was in the mood for bread and cheese, so I asked for small (10 inch) vegetarian pizza with mushrooms, green olives, tomatoes, mozzarella, feta cheese, and artichokes instead of black olives. It cost $12.25 after tax.
He said it would take 10 minutes, so I went for a short walk and arrived back just as the man was pulling the pizza from the oven. They bake their pizzas in round pans with small raised edges, making it more in the thick crust, deep-dish style.
The crust was excellent – soft, crispy, and tasting of yeast, a sure sign it was made fresh. The tomato sauce was good, and while there were plenty of toppings, I could have used less white onion – there were too many slices, and they were crunchy even after being in the oven.
It was a generous size – enough to feed one big appetite, or two smaller ones. I was satiated after three pieces, and happy with it. It’s not gourmet by any means, but a good price and made with good dough. If you’re a die-hard thin-crust fan, however, I wouldn’t recommend Wheat House for you!
I stopped after three slices because I still had dessert to eat. Earlier in the day I’d had lunch in Steveston with a visiting journalist from Seattle, and on my way back to catch the bus I’d wandered past the Sweet Spot Bakery.
I’ve had some of their treats before, and there’ll be a full, in-depth post about them soon, but I couldn’t resist popping in to grab one treat. And trust me, that’s hard to do; everything they offer looks amazing. I settled on the chocolate peanut butter sandwich cookie. It was stupefyingly good.
Two peanut butter cookies. Shortbread-like. Super peanuty.
In between, a thick layer of dark chocolate ganache. Dark. Chocolate. Ganache.
Candied crushed peanut on the outside.
A power cookie.
Happy Sunday everyone. Who’s going to get to bed early tonight? This girl. This girl right here.
Cash and cards accepted
Vegetarian options available