a blog about making things, and also probably goats
After the horror that was Strom-pizza, John suggested that I try again with instant yeast, so I did. And woo-eeeee! The dough turned out great!
The recipe I used said it makes 4 dough balls. We used two for making our pizzas and froze the other two. Once we tried it, we thought maybe we should split the recipe into 3 dough balls instead so the crust would be a little thicker in the middle.
Yum!
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Our beautiful disaster.
I give you the strom-pizza:
It started this morning with a cheery, “Let’s make pizza for lunch!”
John looked dubious, but I was already measuring the flour.
I had a funny feeling that I interpreted as, “I used the wrong yeast.” But my main concern was that we’d be slicing our delicious pizza a little later than I expected.
The dough rose, and I flopped it out onto the counter. John was now 100% committed and had gone downstairs to find his pizza slider. “Why is it so sticky?” he asked.
“It’s fine!” I said, shaping the dough into a rough circle on the pizza slider.
Satisfied with my crust, I stepped back and implored John to make it pretty:
Then it happened.
Me: “You don’t think that’s going to slide off of there and into the oven, do you?
Him: “I hope so. We can’t cook it on this.”
Oh. no.
It wasn’t sliding anywhere. John wrestled with it valiantly, going to unreasonable lengths to keep our pizza pizza-shaped. In the end he had to fold it and cut it in half just to get it in the oven.
Order up!
We took our strom-pizza to the couch so we could eat while watching football.
“I don’t like this restaurant,” I said. “We shouldn’t come back.”
John smiled. “Aw, let’s give it a second chance.”