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Remember the days when you were convinced you didn’t like a certain food…and then by some unknown miracle, you found out that you actually loved that food?  Most of us have a food like that.  For me, it’s buffalo sauce.  When my girlfriends were putting down 10¢ happy hour wings in college, I was studying. Or working.  And when Domino’s showed up at the dorm in the wee hours of the night with a butt-load of extra hot wings after a long night at the bars, I usually was no where to be found (Read: already showered and in bed). I couldn’t be bothered with anything having to do with buffalo.

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But in my post-post college years, something awakened inside me.  Now 10 years after college, my college girlfriends and I still meet up a few times a year and it should be no surprise that we meet for wings. It was a few years ago that something told me that I needed to partake in this wing obsession that my girlfriends still harbored  So I gave these much beloved buffalo wings a shot and through the sweaty red face and fingertips full of hot sauce and ranch dressing, I fell in love.  I couldn’t believe what I had been missing all those years ago!  So I pitched the idea of getting wings one night to Kyle and got a thumbs down. Another non-believer! Boooo!

But there was a way around this.  A way to get my way and get some of that winged goodness in my house without Kyle turning it down…I’d put it on a pizza.  And let’s just say that he loves this pizza just as much as I do.  It’s spicy.  It’s sweet.  The flavors almost caramelize together and make it impossible to resist going back for seconds.  You won’t see a pizza dough recipe below but I’ll tell you that I’ve tried 3 or 4 different dough recipes for this pizza in the past and I wholeheartedly recommend Annie’s favorite recipe (also linked below since I haven’t blogged about it yet).  Don’t wait like I did to try out a pizza like this one; I know you’ll love it as much as we do!

Still not ready for buffalo chicken pizza?  Here are some other recipes to try out: