2-Ingredient High-Protein Pizza Dough For Busy Nights
Kelly came up with the best hack for sneaking extra nutrients and protein into a weeknight dinner that even the pickiest eater will be happy eating. It's all about adjusting familiar recipes to make them fit your needs, and this pizza recipe with a two-ingredient dough is a perfect example.
The dough is nearly equal parts blended cottage cheese and self-rising flour. That's it. Blitz the cottage cheese until smooth, mix it with the flour, and you've got a protein-rich pizza base with a pillowy texture and zero rise time.
If you can't find self-rising flour, just add 1/2 teaspoon of kosher salt and 1 1/2 teaspoons of baking powder per 1 cup of all-purpose flour. That will work in a pinch!
Transfer the dough onto a flat work surface to knead for a few minutes to activate the flour's gluten. Black gloves are not toootally necessary for this step, but boy does Kelly look cool as hell kneading that dough with them on.
Next, press and spread the dough into an even, thin oval onto a prepared baking tray using hands greased with a little olive oil. Then, pop it into a hot (450°F/230°C) oven for 10–12 minutes.
Pre-baking the crust before adding sauce and toppings ensures that the crust cooks through completely and has a crisp bottom. (Because here at Tasty, we go to great lengths to keep our bottoms crisp.)
While the crust is baking, Kelly prepares a "hidden veggie" jar sauce simply by blending some pre-cut frozen veggies into a jar of pre-made sauce. Super easy, and super effective! (Plus, even the "no-chunks!" sauce folks will be satisfied by this one!)
The dough browns evenly in the oven with the help of that little olive oil, and the self-rising flour gives the crust a fluffy texture.
Look at that silky smooth (veggie-ful) sauce:
Now all that's left is to add toppings: Kelly chooses a kid-friendly option with the classic pepperoni, but you can let your freak flag fly with anything from pineapple to clams.
Pop it back in the oven for another 10–12 minutes, and dinner is ready!
With only eight ingredients total, you've got a pizza that packs about 40 grams of protein per serving! Get your gains and a cheese pull? Um... duh.
"I'm not lying: I legit make this once a week for my kids. They love it. It is working momma proof," Kelly says to the camera at the end of the video. And low-key, I'm jealous of Kelly's kids now.
Want to try making Kelly's Easy Cottage Cheese Pizza for yourself? You can find the full recipe and a step-by-step video tutorial by downloading the free Tasty app and searching "cottage cheese pizza" — no subscription required!
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