Once in a blue moon I get the urge to make homemade pizza. It’s even more fun when we have a few people over. My friend Gwen — a master at homemade dough — had a dinner party with about 10 of us a couple months ago and it was delightful. I tease Gwen the her pizzas should have their own Facebook page.
As I was cleaning out the refrigerator this morning — a task I had been procrastinating on for months now — I realized I had 2/3 of the ingredients for pizza. A few errands later, including a grocery trip, rendered the rest of what I needed.
When ordering pizza, Chuck and I usually settle for pepperoni-mushroom. Homemade pizza usually consists of that, along with various other ingredients. Sometimes we have individual, other times we settle for one homemade pie.
Since our friend Mark is coming by to watch sports with Chuck, and as of 30 minutes ago I found out my friend (and coworker) Debbie will be coming by, we’re going for individual pizzas, each custom designed by the person who’ll be eating it.
As soon as I put this Day 25 to bed, I will whip up a big batch of dough in my bread machine, and prep numerous ingredients so that everything will be ready to go when it’s time for assemblage.
People will have choices — Mozzarella and Asiago cheeses, crumbled Italian sausage, crumbled bacon, pepperoni, salami, sautéed mushrooms, sautéed red onions and garlic. Damn, I forgot olives; oh, well, I’m the only one that likes them anyway.
We’ll go very light on the red sauce, maybe even opt out of it altogether and settle on garlic-olive oil.
Time to get busy. It’s gonna be a fun night.