Now that I’m rich in cheese, I’ve gotta do something to go through it. Per special request from Roy, I went the direct route with some pizza. Which was new for me. I’ve done the ‘buy the dough at the store’ route, but never made a dough from scratch.
I started by making a quick red sauce.. Chopped some beefsteak tomatoes, cut up 2 cloves garlic, added this along with salt and pepper to a medium sauce pan. A couple glugs of red wine (for me and the sauce) later, I set it to simmer down.
Next, the dough. I mixed all of the dry ingredients in a bowl, added in the wet ones and kneaded it till it came together, then for another 3 minutes or so..
Once the dough was spread out on my newly purchased pizza stone, I put a thin layer of sauce down, followed by some of my tasty delicious homemade ricotta. I topped this with some mozzarella, some sausage I removed from the casing, and some sliced mushrooms. Once this was done, I put some olive oil on the crust so it didn’t come out dry and pasty looking.
Into the oven it went for about 25 minutes at 425. Now, mind you, when I used a yeastless recipe, it was my thought that the dough would not rise much. However, with the amount of baking powder the recipe called for, I should’ve known better. I am not a pizza fan even in the best of circumstances. I hate the dough.
What came out of the oven was a little more doughy than I would have liked but overall had good crunch, and the pizza toppings were perfect. Better than we’d get in most places out here… I would have to say that the dough sucked though. Maybe I didn’t roll it thin enough, maybe the recipe sucked. Who knows. It could really just be that I do, in fact, not like dough at all.
Every time I say this, Roy glares at me like I’ve betrayed him. At least he enjoyed the meal.
Hell, does anyone want a once used pizza stone?
Excerpt from tonight’s post meal discussion:
Roy: That was tasty. Even my belches taste good.
Me: Eww.. Really?
Roy: That’s a compliment in some places. Especially France.
Me: I’m blogging that gem.
Roy: You’re welcome. *promptly falls asleep on the couch*
reminds me of my mom when she cooked homemade pizza!
Hopefully that’s a good memory then. 🙂
What passes for pizza is California sometimes frightens me. 😦
It’s pretty nasty, for sure. California doesn’t really do any sort of Italian food well…. 😦