I have found a brand new obsession: pizza. I don’t mean eating it – as cliché as it sounds, if asked what food I couldn’t live without, I would answer pizza (with ice cream being a close second). So in a sense, I’ve always been obsessed with pizza in itself. But this is a whole new obsession; I’m embarking on a quest to make the best pizza I’ve ever had.
This is most likely going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I’ve had some amazing pizza over the years: Tacconelli’s (so far still number 1), Mack & Manco’s, Lorenzo’s, heck even Pete’s Pizza down the street from my house is pretty freakin’ awesome. And now I want to be among the ranks of the greats. It’s going to take time, a whole lot of precious time. It’s gonna take patience and time. But, I’ve got my eye on the prize, and there’s no turning back now. The first time my hand touched that pizza dough, I knew. It was like magic – sparks flew, my hands tingled, my eyes widened… it was fate. The universe had brought us together. I assembled that first pizza with love and care, and, although I was nervous as to how our first date would end, I felt confident and comfortable every step of the way. With some fresh mozzarella, parmesan, roasted garlic, and olive oil, into the oven it went. And, to my own surprise, the results were, well, impressive (even my instructor said so).
With our first date going so well, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on Mr. Pizza again. So 2 days later, I invited him to dinner, but this time, in my own kitchen.
For this round, I added tomatoes, roasted garlic, peppers, mushrooms, goat cheese, and a drizzling of olive oil and basil. This was a really good pizza. (Note the size – I keep them mini, of course!)
It’s gonna be a long journey to the top, though. But what a ride. Care to join me? 😉