The Hideaway House, AZ: She's A Real Peach

The red rocks of Sedona…how can I explain these massive layers of sandstone and limestone?  Everywhere I look I am struck by beauty beyond measure.  The subtle energy forces emanating from these vortexes have realigned my soul and strangely enough made me seriously hungry.   At the risk of being a one trick pony, I ask my date if it’s too much to have pizza two dates in a row?  She laughs this full-throated laugh as she pulls me close.  I’ll take the sudden kiss as a yes to pizza.  We’re in the throes of new love so we take a walk towards the Hideaway House.  Three bites into my slice, I realize momentary perfection is possible.  Before I go any further, I’ll just come out and say it, “Get used to the idea of peach being a part of your pizza repertoire.”   First off, let’s talk crust.  Crispy on the outside, supple in the center it’s like naan bread only better because it’s topped with fresh ricotta, basil, and prosciutto… Then just to blow your pea pickin’ mind they throw on some caramelized peach.  Like I said, beauty makes a body hungry.  So, I ordered some lasagna with a side of spaghetti and meatballs.  The owners Laura and Steve grind sausage, pork tenderloin, meatballs into a Bolognese that’s so good it made me cry…on the inside.  Then, as if life couldn’t get better, our waitress, Shannon, brought us over a helping of strawberry lemonade sorbet; which was basically a bowl of lemony, gooey goodness.  After our meal, I pulled Lisa close - certain that the red rocks of Sedona, that perfectly balanced peach pizza, and this red-haired woman by the name of Lisa have gone and changed me forever. 

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Love freely, eat slowly and ride a horse now and then,
The Down Home Taster