Zucchini "Pizzas"

In an effort to get the F and myself to eat more vegetables, I will try and make anything taste like pizza.  I decided to give zucchini a go, awhile back, and it worked out wonderfully!

Obviously I failed to remove my mandolin from the cabinet when I sliced the zucchini - no matter . . .

A drizzle of olive oil, garlic, and dried basil, some grape tomatoes, and a smattering of mozzarella (and a good roast in a 400 degree oven) later, and we had pizza-adjacent veggies.  Much to the F's chagrin, I did not put pepperoni on these "pizzas," since I was going for a more margherita style.  He got over it.

On a totally unrelated note, my most-beloved coworker and I were discussing the noble business of stripping this evening, at which point I declared that it is not a profession to which I could ever consider . . .

. . . And then I saw these.

Brian Atwood via Saks

Only Mr. Atwood could make a stripper shoe look this good, and make me actually think that if I was a stripper, I would be a stripper in $970 shoes, and maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

But who am I kidding, I was born to cook, love books, and be a librarian, and being a stripper has nothing to do with any of those things and I would be awful at it.  Perhaps stripper shoes in a library wouldn't be so bad, either?  What say you, peeps?