Lest you think it’s always fun and games in Unfussy Epicure’s kitchen, I thought I’d share with you a couple of photos of last night’s dinner.
This impressionistic lava monster crocodile was meant to be a pizza.
I was feeling kind of lazy last night, so I decided to make my favorite standby. Usually pizza is a simple affair for me, as well as a great way to use up odds and ends: throw some ingredients in the breadmaker for dough, roll it out 90 minutes later, toss some stuff on top, bake, eat.
But yesterday, something went horribly wrong. I rolled out my dough, congratulating myself on getting it extra-thin, and transferred it to my pizza peel. Smeared on the sauce, sprinkled on shredded cheese and tomatoes and olives and some lumps of goat cheese, and went to slide it in the hot-hot oven.
Gave the pizza peel a shake. The pizza didn’t move. I was undaunted. I thought, “I’ll reduce the surface area on the bottom by folding the crust edge up over the filling, like they do on the great pies at Taos Pizza Out Back.” I did that. It looked great. But it still didn’t budge.