Finland is full of Christmas parties or as they call them, pikkujoulu. Our children love organizing a pikkujoulu and last night we had a houseful of thirteen year-olds. Watching your own children grow up often brings me back to when I was the same age. There is something a bit beautiful and at the same time a bit awkward about being thirteen. They are trying so hard to be grown-up and at the same time they aren’t quite there yet. Privilege and responsibility go hand in hand and it is a steep learning curve for the parents to find the fine balance between the two. I notice that it is easy to expect responsibility and at the same time I need to learn to let go and give the opportunity for a little freedom. They don’t learn without practice. How were your teenage years? I remember that the spoken opinions and just as importantly the non-verbal opinions made by my friends were very important. I was very much a goody-goody-two-shoes, which I am sure, annoyed some, and in general wanted to please everyone and never wanted anyone mad at me. While I still am that way deep down, I would like to believe that I have learned that not everyone can be pleased and unfortunately you can’t be everyones’ best friend.
I remember going to the mall with my friends when we were about twelve or thirteen. It was right before Easter. We spent a good amount of time discussing if we were too old to take our picture with the Easter Bunny. Someone might think that we actually still believed in the Easter Bunny and…Gasp! That would have been disastrous! In the end we decided that we could take our photo with the Bunny and I have a copy of it in my album as a keepsake. So glad we dared!
The evening was fun and even our little ones joined the games. At first our Erik was complaining why the whole house was full of girls and no boys but he was satisfied after he was able to have first dibs at the table. Later when they played a game where one had to keep a straight face, he told me “Easy, I can do it no problem” and so I told him to go join. He is used to girls and so he had no qualms joining in and pretty soon everyone else was laughing but him. I had a hard time keeping a straight face as well.
These pizzas-in-a-tin work great with the younger crowd but you could serve them just as well to youthful adults. I thought they were pretty good if I may say so myself and at the party they disappeared quickly. The dough is soft due to the mashed potato flakes.
Pizza-in-a-tin (makes about 35)
6 dl/2.5 c warm water
1 block of fresh yeast (50 g) or one sachet of dry yeast
2 dl/just under 1 c potato flakes
generous 1 tbsp brown sugar
1 tsp salt
1 dl/ 1/2 c rye flour
about 9 dl/3.8 dl flour
2 tbsp olive oil
500 g/17.5 oz pasta sauce (homemade or if you’re in a pinch ready made from the store)
500 g/17.5 oz crushed tomatoes
1 package (170 g/6 oz) bacon
1 onion, finely chopped
pepper, salt, oregano, basil
Grated cheese (I used a mix of mozzarella and emmental)
Pour the warm water into a large bowl and add the yeast and brown sugar to it. Allow it activate for a few minutes. I usually use frozen fresh yeast and I just put the frozen block into the warm water and wait for it to thaw out (about 5 minutes). I use the dough hook with my kitchen aid but you could knead the dough by hand just as easily. Next add the salt, potato flakes, rye flour and half of the flour. Knead the dough for a few minutes. Add more flour and continue kneading. I never add all of the flour at once. If the flour is drier it will absorb more liquid than if it contains more moisture. The dough will be slightly sticky but still workable. As the dough is forming elasticity add in the oil. As I was in a pinch for time I did not allow it to rise, rather I rolled it out immediately and cut circles out with a cutter. I let them rise once in the tin.
I made the sauce while the kitchen aid kneaded my dough, but if you may let the dough to rise while making your sauce. Fry the bacon and chopped onion on medium heat until cooked but not crisp. Add the sauce, crushed tomatoes and seasoning. Allow to simmer on low so that some of the liquid has evaporated and it has slightly condensed. Remove from heat.
Spray muffin tins (I had three on hand) with non-stick spray and place the circle of dough on the bottom. Next spoon one tablespoon of sauce in each muffin tin and a sprinkle of grated cheese. Bake at 175 C/350 F for about 8-10 minutes or so that the bottom of the mini pizza has slight color.
Ah, yes, 13! How can that be already. Really is the age when you’re neither one or the other. Lots going on:) What a fun party…I wonder that you manage it all…so nice you do. Hugs
The party was potluck style…so didn’t have to cook too much(and everyone helped me clean house before hand). But glad I made the pizza to balance out all of the sweet treats 🙂 I remember wearing my oversized-two-sizes-too-big red Mickey Mouse sweatshirt when I was thirteen. 😛 But oversized was the style back then. Hugs to you as well! ❤
Those little pizzas look gorgeous – and they are a hit with every party! Your snow looks lovely, by the way, I wish we got some here in London …
Thank you Ginger! I sure hope you get a white Christmas in London 🙂 and I am keeping my fingers crossed our stays as it has been quite warm and rainy now here.
I’m sure all of us have memories, some good, some not so good, of what it was like to be 13. That can be a tough age.
Hi Lulu, 13 is certainly an emotional roller coaster…some days are just absolutely wonderful and others were absolutely not 🙂
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Those pizzas in a tin are a great idea!
Thank you so much!
What a perfect treat for children of all ages!!!
Thank you Mimi…they certainly disappeared quickly and the savory was probably nice after all of their sweets and candies 🙂
13 is a tough year, for child and parent alike. I thought my parents were so strict but now I see things so differently. I had considerable freedom, especially compared to our youth today. Your party sounds like a winner. How nice that the “big kids” let the “little brother” play in their games. And you pizza tins are a great idea for a party. I bet the kids gobbled them up. 🙂
Yes, often we realize after the fact that they were just looking out for us and wanted our best. I was so pleased when they let the little ones join it…it became a party for everyone.
I remember 13, it was only 6 years ago! But it was an awesome age personally even if my parents disagree!
I am sure your party went off without a hitch, I mean, look at those pizza tins! 🙂
Choc Chip Uru
Thanks Uru! I’m sure that as time passes your parents will look back to when your were thirteen with fondness. Growing up sometimes has growing pains and if it doesn’t come early it will surely come later…without them we just cannot grow up and become independent.
Oh wow, 13 a teenager. What a nice party, the pizza’s in the muffin tins is a great idea. The party seems very special and the children will have wonderful memories to look back on when they are older. Happy New Year!