Maggie and I eat frozen pizza once a week. After a few years of that I decided I wanted something more outta life. So being the Bobby Flay that I am I fired up the cast iron, doused with olive oil, and threw on the slices after they were 90% baked.
The result was a crispy, cheesy, gooey, molten pizza unlike any Tombstone that had come before. It was also the first time Maggie ever ate more than two pieces.