If you've been reading my editorials on foodieblogs.net (and I know you have--and all of you have signed up (hint hint)) you know that I read Sarah Dunant's The Birth of Venus during my recent week off.
That book was the reason I chose pistachio ice cream as my first scoop of summer as it brought back memories of my Italian vacation from a few years ago.
That book--and those hot Tuscan July memories-- also inspired what is probably my last Pizza Sunday until the autumn, a pizza Margherita.
I think the whole wheat dough was probably the best dough (whole wheat or white) I've made in a couple of years. It was one of those days where everything aligned--the yeast produced a lovely foamy head, the flour absorbed all the liquid and eggs perfectly, and the dough was so soft and tender--it was a shame to bake it.
On that lovely crust I layered diced tomatoes, mozzerella and torn, fresh basil leaves. A drizzle of olive oil along with sprinklings of black pepper and sea salt finished it off.
So simple and so yummy.