Tony’s Pizza Dough
When Tony and I had been going out only a few months, he told me he wanted to make homemade pizza for me. His family used to do Pizza Fridays and he had an excellent recipe. He made it, we ate it and I knew I was on the track to a long and happy relationship.
More than a year later the relationship and pizza eating are still going strong! Now, during our four months in New Orleans, we discovered that New Orleanians eat po boys not pizza when they want comfort food. Oh for sure there are pizza places, but none that I care to have again.
We were so craving pizza we decided just to make our own again. All this time later we are infinitely more comfortable with each other and we have learned that I need to leave the kitchen if someone else is cooking. I never meant to become that person but things just come out of my mouth and suddenly I’m getting “the look” across a bowl of pizza dough which is a sure sign I need to go watch some TV until the cooking is done.
For this go-round, we actually completely switched places and I took photos while Tony made the dough. It was fun watching someone else do the cooking and Tony takes such a different approach to cooking than my “line-cook” mentality. He carefully scraped all the bits of dough from the bowl, kneaded it till he was sure it was right and let it rise twice. God the patience… But it was so worth it when we baked off that delicious pizza. A fun hack is when you don’t have cornmeal for the crust, brush your pan with butter and the crust will crisp right up and have extra flavor to boot!