Englischer Muffin Pizzas

Yesterday Melanie wanted to get Englischer muffins for breakfast, which was fine with me, since they are tasty and easy enough to prepare in the morning. But this morning rolled around and I was getting ready to toast mine and WHAM! It hit me. Memories of many happy childhood lunches. I pulled out the pizza sauce, sliced some chorizo, topped with mozzarella and baked myself an Englischer muffin pizza.

You know what? It tasted as good today as it did back then. I think that tomorrow, if I get up in time (Dante night, you know, sometimes goes into extra innings), I am going to rehydrate some dried porcini mushrooms, use goat cheese and finish it with white truffle oil.

It does bother me that these little things are called Englischer muffins. They taste too good for that. So, in the spirit of Freedom Fries, I am now going to call these little wonders by some other name. I thought of Blitzkrieg Buns, but that was probably a little bit to the edge of Just War theory, even if it was directed against England, so really shouldn't be honored that way. Perhaps something French, in honor of the nation that has been the biggest thorn in England's hide.

Suggestions?