I planned a family vacation. The first one — Cedar Point amusement park, in Sandusky, Ohio, a three-hour drive from Detroit. One night in a hotel. One day of rides and cotton candy and the deliberate, desperate attempt to create a memory that might hold us together.
We went on Saturday. Brianna drove because I get carsick (a fact I have never publicly admitted and am admitting now because honesty is the only policy I have left). Aiden was ecstatic — he has been asking about "the big roller coasters" since he heard about Cedar Point from a daycare friend. Zaria was suspicious of the car seat, the highway, and the length of the trip, but she fell asleep at the one-hour mark and woke up at the park entrance, refreshed and ready to be unimpressed.
Cedar Point was chaos and magic. Aiden rode every ride he was tall enough for (there were four, and he rode each one three times). Zaria rode the kiddie train and pointed at everything and said "more" eleven times. Brianna ate funnel cake and cotton candy and laughed at the bumper cars, and for one day — one single, precious, ordinary day — we were a family on vacation, not a family in crisis.
The hotel room was small. One king bed, a crib for Zaria, Aiden on a rollaway. We ate pizza delivered to the room and watched cartoons and the kids fell asleep by eight and Brianna and I sat on the bed in the dark and she said, "Today was good." I said, "Yeah." She said, "I wish every day was like today." I said, "It could be." She did not respond. The silence was not angry. It was sad. The silence of two people who know what they wish for and know that wishing is not the same as building.
I did not cook at Cedar Point. I did not grill. I ate park food — overpriced and mediocre — and I did not care, because the food was not the point. The point was the ride where Aiden screamed with joy, and the funnel cake sugar on Brianna's lip, and the way Zaria fell asleep in my arms walking back to the hotel, her face against my neck, trusting me to carry her. I can carry her. I can carry all of them. I just do not know if they want to be carried to the same place.
The pizza we ordered that night at the hotel was nothing special — it arrived in a cardboard box, a little greasy, probably from whatever chain delivered to that part of Sandusky — but Aiden ate three slices and Zaria smeared sauce on her chin and Brianna said it was good, and it was good, because we were together. When I got home, I wanted to make something that carried that same uncomplicated feeling: no fuss, no performance, just something warm and real you can put on the table and eat with the people you love. This pesto flatbread is that — fast enough to make on a Tuesday, good enough to feel like it meant something.
Pesto Flatbread
Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 12 min | Total Time: 22 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 2 flatbreads or naan breads (about 8–10 inches each)
- 1/3 cup prepared basil pesto
- 1 cup shredded whole-milk mozzarella cheese
- 1/4 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese
- 1/2 cup cherry tomatoes, halved
- 1/4 red onion, thinly sliced
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes (optional)
- Fresh basil leaves, for serving
- Kosher salt and black pepper, to taste
Instructions
- Preheat the oven. Heat oven to 425°F. Line a large baking sheet with parchment paper or foil and place the flatbreads on top.
- Add the pesto. Spread each flatbread evenly with pesto, leaving a 1/2-inch border around the edges. Use the back of a spoon to coat all the way to the edges if you like a more sauced crust.
- Top with cheese. Sprinkle mozzarella evenly over both flatbreads, then add the grated Parmesan on top.
- Add the vegetables. Scatter the cherry tomato halves and sliced red onion over the cheese. Drizzle lightly with olive oil and season with salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes if using.
- Bake. Transfer to the oven and bake for 10–12 minutes, until the cheese is fully melted, bubbling, and lightly golden at the edges and the flatbread crust is crisp on the bottom.
- Finish and serve. Remove from the oven, scatter fresh basil leaves over the top, and slice into portions. Serve immediately straight from the pan.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 310 | Protein: 13g | Fat: 17g | Carbs: 27g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 520mg
About the cook who shared this
DeShawn Carter
Week 168 of DeShawn’s 30-year story
· Detroit, Michigan
DeShawn is a thirty-six-year-old single dad, auto plant worker, and a man who didn't learn to cook until his wife left and his five-year-old asked, "Daddy, can you cook something?" He called his mama, who came over with two bags of groceries and spent six months teaching him the basics. Now he's the dad at the cookout who brings the ribs, the guy at the plant whose leftover gumbo starts fights, and living proof that it's never too late to learn.