I think I'm a little upset at this recipe.

You see, in the past I've been in the habit of eating pizza until I waddle away. One slice doesn't do it, no, I've been known to keep chomping until nothing but a grease stain is left.

Now here is a dish that brings that same flavor to my palate. And because it's still a lot of carbs for me in a day, I have to stop at one slice.

One. Lousy. Slice.

Oh, I tried everything. Ate my salad first. Drank half a quart of water at the table. Took slow, careful, measured bites. And there the pan sits, with two whole pieces left.

I had to actually get up from the table.

My impression after eating this is that the flavor is strongly reminiscent of lasagne, as much as it evokes pizza. It's definitely a knife-and-fork dish; the crust came out soft enough to be dangerous when the kids tried to pick it up. It definitely has a combination of flavors that I didn't realize until now I was sorely missing.