i'd planned on making pizza on wednesday. i made the dough on tuesday night -- should i admit that i kneaded it in a bowl while watching american idol? -- stuck it in the fridge, and and punched it down on wednesday morning before going to work. big plans to make it pizza night. then we got invited to a giants game: (i) with the big unit pitching; (ii) vs. the brewers; and (iii) in the sweet seats that are the birthright of the corporate scion. how could i say no? so i threw together a pizza before the game. same dough as usual from A16. tomato sauce, fresh basil, fresh mozzarella, parmesan, and pepperoni that i cut super-thick. we've come to the conclusion that the thicker-cut meat is a better call -- if you're going to to bite into some pepperoni, you want your mouth to be full of robust, juicy meatiness, not just a stringy whisper of salt. right?
several whiskies and a giants loss later, we came back home and i made three more pizzas. no need for the whole night to be about pizza! i don't claim to be a pizza expert or anything, but i really love that pizza is not a huge pain in the ass to make anymore.
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