I decided to make pizza.
"But Father! But Father!", you might be saying. "Why pizza? Are you watching a ball game?"
No ball game. But I found a package of sliced pepperoni sausage in my freezer archive which a past guest must have brought… some time.
I couldn’t find my little camera for some reason so I used my phone.
So… behold a floured wooden board.
Sadly two of the photos of the dough stage, didn’t turn out. Sorry.
Onto the round pan and the oven at 425F.
After a few minutes to firm it up, I started with the sauce… American style today… lots of sauce. I made this sauce a while back and froze it. It has onions, lots of garlic, basil, oregano and lots of hot pepper, or the real pepperoncino.
Put on the sliced "pepperoni", which oddly are not red bell peppers, but ought to be.
I don’t know how many times in Italy I heard the tale of American tourists ordering "pepperoni" for their pizza and having the shock of red peppers and no sausage.
Bake for a while.
The next time I do something like this, I will make a different kind of sauce, a different range of flavors. I think I will take it in the direction of fennel and more oregano.
The "pepperoni" was a little oily, coming from the onion, so I used some paper towel to dab it up.
Not bad. The crust is very thin and very crisp. It is not as good as a properly made wood-oven Roman style pizza, but it isn’t bad.
I am not particularly good at anything involving dough, or resembling bread. No… really. Still, at no time did this pizza touch cardboard.
So… some frozen stuff, left over from who knows when, an oven, some beer, a little time… pizza.
There might be enough left over for breakfast.