BBQ Chicken Pizza

I got home late Friday night and was starving. Omar had also just gotten home and he said he wasn't hungry because he ate 6 cookies at a home he visited. How healthy! I decided to make a bbq chicken pizza. I even rolled my own dough. Omar said it sounded gross and I committed to make half for him to eat some other time with regular sauce instead of bbq. I made the whole thing and took a couple slices of my part. I went back to get some more and Omar had eaten the rest! He thought that I was done...he admitted I was right that the bbq was better - I was so sad...that pizza was scrumptious!

My beautiful chicken pizza
Omar stealing some chicken (see the difference in sauce - the top part is the bbq and the lower is the marinara)