Almost 5 years ago I went to Uganda and learned that people have ways of making very delicious things with much less than what was in my parents kitchen that was always stuffed to the brim and yet had nothing appetizing to make. Long sentence short, I had great aspirations to bake bread every day and live more simply. Last night, nearly 5 years later, I opened the bottle of yeast I bought for the first time.
So I made pizza. Unsure as to whether it was still good, my first attempt at proofing the yeast went awry as I missed the fact you were supposed to put sugar in the water. Fail #1. Second try seemed also unfruitful but there was at least some action so I mixed the rest of the ingredients (oil, flour, salt) and things were lookin' good. I made a HUGE pizza crust, piled it high with fresh mozzarella, kielbasa and sweet potatoes. Excitement began to grow slowly, just like the yeast. Then I looked at the size of my little oven....fail #2. I decided to cut it into two pizzas, and with much difficulty put said pizzas onto their own cookie sheets. I got them onto the sheets with the help of husband, and (tried) to stick them in the oven.
And then I remembered the cookie sheets i'm using, the ones our landlords gave us for a Christmas present (what landlord gives Christmas presents!?), are too big for our oven. Why they gave us cookie sheets that are too big for the oven they know we have is another mystery. But by now, I had stared rather sadly at the cookie sheets that are sticking out of the half shut oven door for too long, and now the sheets were white hot and the dough had already begun to soften. We tried to slide the pizza onto a proper cookie sheet, and I watched it falter and the pizza started falling both slowly and quickly towards the floor, kielbasa strewn and mozzarella dashed of all its pizza hopes and dreams. This is where I just burst into hysterical laughter and instead of being normal people, we threw it back onto the sheet and shoved it in the oven hoping the 450 degrees kills anything gross.
And it was delicious. And much more fun than going out and getting a pizza.
What did YOU do for dinner?
What did YOU do for dinner?
That's awesome. I've totally had that happen -- the cookie sheet not fitting in my tiny oven thing I mean. Not quite the crazy pizza mis-adventure.
ReplyDeleteHa! last night I made stir fry, which is usually James's responsibility. I'd didn't come out bad, per se, but there's definitely sound reasoning as to why I'm not the one in charge of making the stir fry.
ReplyDeleteWhat a memorable dinner! Good story. ;) We once invited friends over and BOUGHT a pizza. As our 3 year old was carrying it into the patio room it fell...upside down!!! We scraped it off the floor and served it up!
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