One of the things I miss doing is pizza-making--Pretty much every Sunday I bring out the flour, add a frothy head of yeast bloomed in sugar water, a pinch of salt and some eggs, pound the living daylights out of it, add some toppings and bake.
Needless to say, I really can't do it right now. I tried doing some dishes but I couldn't get more than a few dishes and some glasses done.
So, how's a gal to satisfy a craving for home-made pizza?
Cooking by proxy.
The exbf never made pizza from scratch before--he's one of the many who'd prefer to call a 310-number or go to the grocery store and get some pre-packaged freezered offering.
Making pizza is quite easy--yes, it takes some forethought, but it really is quite easy to do. Make the dough, put stuff on it, bake it. Ta-da!
It was quite good -- tomato sauce, salami, various veg (mushrooms, onions peppers, olives) and lots and lot of cheese.
He still prefers to call up a delivery service--not because of the effort, but because of the tactile stickiness of the dough. I didn't know this before, but he really doesn't like the feeling of raw dough. Oh well, you can't convert everyone. I honestly don't believe he will willingly make one again...without my prodding.
Hmm...I feel a pizza craving coming on...
Before the nonsense: 44 cups; 3 free coffees, 1 free doughnut
Now: 40 cups, 7 free coffees