The first time I ever heard of Buffalo Chicken Pizza was a few years back. A friend of mine was raving about it. I thought it was disgusting and slightly judged him. As an Italian, how could he like something that so bastardized pizza? This is sacred!!!
Now, I see buffalo chicken pizza everywhere. And it never bothered me any less than it did that day. Why? Why would you do such a thing? I've seen all types of pizza - I mean, really, I live in the pizza mecca of the United States: New York City (sorry, Chicago, but it's true). I've seen pizza with ziti on it. Pizza with pineapple (gross. I mean, really. Just gross.) and at Pizza Hut in London (don't judge, I was in college, and it was a weekly thing while we studied abroad), even corn on pizza. But for some reason, nothing bothered me as much as buffalo chicken on pizza.
Sunday, the day that would live in caloric infamy for me. The day I stuffed my face with nachos, and yes, pizza. Because this was RIDICULOUS.
Some things get me really excited when I am able to mock familiarity. For example, I play the piano. I am not a great piano player by any means, but I used to be very good. Now, I get by. But when I start to play a song and I hear that familiar chord that I have heard played so many times before by others, but now I have played it myself, I start to squeal with excitement.
And this is how I felt when I successfully made the buffalo sauce for this chicken.
I kid you not. It's sad, I know. But when that buffalo smell hit my nose and slightly made me want to sneeze from the spices, I started jumping up and down from excitement, and stuck my nose back in the pan to smell again.
I tossed the chicken in the sauce, placed it atop my pizza crust, popped it in the oven, and waited with breathless anticipation. I chopped up some celery, to add some positive nutritional value (they say that celery has negative calories, which of course is a big fat lie told by big fat liars, but if you want to believe that, then you can say that the celery cancels out the cheese calories of this pizza) and drizzled some blue cheese dressing atop the pizza.
HEA. VEN. My Italian friend earned his Italian card back, because this pizza transcends nationalities. It is just goodness in every single bite. And SO easy to make. And SO perfect for a Super Bowl party food.
BUFFAL CHICKEN PIZZA
- 1 lb package of chicken breasts
- Extra Virgin Olive Oil
- 2 tbsp butter
- 1 tbsp worchestershire sauce
- 1/2 cup hot sauce (I use Frank's Red Hot, because they have the best slogan ever. I love the ad geniuses that came up with the little old lady sayin "I put that sh*t on everything.")
- 1 celery stick, chopped (optional)
- 1/2 cup blue cheese dressing (you can use more if you'd like)
- 1/2 cup tomato sauce
- 1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
- Kosher Salt and freshly ground black pepper
- 1 pre-made store-bought pizza crust
Preheat oven to 350F. Line a baking sheet or pizza stone with parchment paper.
Heat 2 tbsp olive oil in a medium-large saute pan over medium high heat. Season chicken with salt and pepper, and cook until cooked through, about 7 minutes. Set aside and let cool slightly.
In a small sauce pan, melt butter over medium-high heat. Add worchestershire sauce and hot sauce and combine. Remove from heat.
Cut chicken into pieces (I cut them into 2" cubes). Toss in hot sauce. Set aside.
Place pre-made pizza on baking sheet or pizza stone. Top with tomato sauce and mozzarella. Top with chicken. Place in oven and bake until crust is golden brown and cheese is melted, about 18 minutes. Remove from oven. Top with blue cheese dressing and celery. Serve immediately.