It’s like a big pizza pie…that’s amore!
If I ran the world, pizza would have no calories and would be considered one of the major food groups. Unfortunately, that is not the case…sigh…
I was inspired by a recipe shared in the comments on my last post to try my hand at pizza on Friday night and the results were amazing (and this dough recipe was not victim to my usual dough challenges so much recommended). As a note for pizza lovers, I invested in a pizza stone and one of those wooden pizza paddles a few years ago, and it was one of the wisest things I have ever done for my kitchen…makes the whole process much easier, and I love the crispy crust that you get with the pizza stone.
When you’re ready to turn out the dough and start shaping it, sprinkle corn meal on the paddle, lay down your dough and then add all your toppings. The pizza stone should go into the oven as it pre-heats at 475 degrees.
I made my tomato sauce from finely diced onion & garlic cooked at a low heat in olive oil until soft and then I added about 1 cup of diced tomatoes in their own juice which I canned last year. I cooked the garlic, onions & tomatoes together and then let it cool.
Once the dough was shaped on the paddle, I spread it with tomato sauce, added quite a few handfuls of chopped up fresh basil (I just use scissors to roughly cut it up as I don’t like the way that single basil leaves brown & crisp when in the oven) and then topped everything with slices from a few medium sized balls of boccacini. Slide it from the paddle onto the heated stone and cook for about 10 minutes, pull out of the oven and then slide onto a cutting board for about 5 minutes to cool. Cut into slices and enjoy!
I have enjoyed many memorable pizza’s over the years. A few years ago, I happily spent 90 minutes loitering in the streets of Naples waiting to get into Da Michele, which many consider the birthplace of pizza – they only serve two types of pizza and it was definitely worth the wait. About twenty years ago, upon my return to Vancouver from six months travelling overland through Africa, we went straight from the airport to indulging in Popeye Pizza (feta, spinach, beef, olives) which I had been dreaming about it the whole time I was away; it was an amazing reunion with friends over a long-missed meal. And the first home-cooked meal I made for my SO was pizza: the dough was a miss but fortunately he decided to still stick around…
Do you have any favourite pizza memories – or am I the only one?