Prep Time 20 minutes mins
Cook Time 10 minutes mins
Total Time 30 minutes mins
Equipment
- Cookie sheet
Ingredients
- 12 – 14 oz crab meat Get real meat but the faux stuff will suffice
- 2 tbsp olive oil
- 1 tsp dried basil
- 1 tsp dried oregano
- 8 oz shredded mozzarella
- 4 tbsp alfredo sauce store bought is fine
- 2 tbsp garlic butter store bought is fine
- 2 tbsp fresh parsley chopped
- 4 naan breads garlic naan I awesome here
Instructions
- Heat an oven to 450 degrees.
- Toss your crab I the olive oil, basil, and oregano (I like to use a big freezer bag and shake, shake, shake.
- Spray a cookie sheet with olive oil and place the naan on it.
- Spread a nice smooth layer of alfredo sauce on each .
- Add an appropriate amount of cheese.
- Spread clams about.
- Crumble the butter onto each naan.
- Lightly sprinkle with parsley.
- Bake in the oven for about 10 minutes.
- Eat I!t
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Brian Gerard (Lewandowski) writes books critics call "aggressively adequate"—better than "aggressively terrible" but somehow more concerning. He once traded a MetroCard for a pitchfork on a subway platform and now uses it exclusively for dramatic pointing. He lives on a farm outside Charlottesville, Virginia with three disappointed potted plants, a judgmental pig named Trouble McFussbucket, and a wife who smiles politely at his life choices.
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See my Amazon author page.
His first manuscript was composed entirely of punctuation marks and confused sketches. He's since published "Not Bukowski" (poems that don't rhyme) and "Slop and Swell from a Festering Mind" (essays so concerning that bookstores check on his wellbeing). He once spent three hours photographing a rare bird that turned out to be a plastic bag, and he's the only person banned from church bake sales for "weaponized brownies." Inheriting absurdism from Vonnegut and Adams, sprawling narratives from Irving, and weaponized failure from Moore, he writes about conflicted everymen struggling through supernatural chaos. He remains unconvinced that birds aren't surveillance drones.
More biographic lies...err...info.
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