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A New Family Favorite Recipe: Pita Pizzas

Since starting the Transformation challenge, I have been working hard to eat healthy and make meals that the whole family likes too. I have found a recipe for Barbecue Chicken Pita Pizzas and Buffalo Chicken Pita Pizzas. Even the boys LOVE them. The recipe is based on one from Eating for Life.

What you need:
-Whole Wheat Pitas
- Barbecue Sauce (I make my own to avoid High Fructose Corn Syrup and anything artificial and to limit sugar)
- Part Skim Mozzarella Cheese
- Fresh Cilantro
- Cooked Chicken Breast, diced
- Onion
- Turkey bacon (cooked and crumbled)

All you need to do is spread the BBQ sauce on and then add cheese, chicken, turkey bacon, onion and cilantro. You bake in a preheated oven at 425 for 8 minutes. They come out yummy and crispy!

For the Buffalo version, I substitute Buffalo sauce for BBQ sauce, eliminate the turkey bacon, and add reduced fat blue cheese as well. These are yummy too!

For my, somewhat healthier version, I add less BBQ sauce, cheese and turkey bacon than I add to the rest of the family's.

This is such a great, easy recipe and goes great with a nice salad.



  1. Yum!!!! We regularly make pizza with bagels, so I think I should try it with the pita bread.

  2. They are so Yummy!


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