Let's do this thing, Boudreaux! She was not inspired, but when you are attached to a person by a nylon lead, you do what they say. For the most part. Begrudgingly.
Anyway, Emma and I are going to a friend's house for a girls' movie night, but I am still making the sacred pizza dough for our never-forsaken pizza night. Because 3/5s of our family will still be at home. Justin cannot eat tomato sauce, so he gets his own special pizza. The boys like pepperoni, and Emma is a plain-jane cheese kinda gal.
It takes a lot for me to get excited about making pizza dough, so here's my special secret ritual:
First, one must have a recipe. How to Cook Everything by Mark Bittman is my go-to for pizza dough. I've tried others, but this one is the most consistent for me. Which is saying a lot, because I lose count when measuring out cups of flour. Was that five? or six? Yikes! It's always an adventure. But he just says, if it's sticky, add a little more flour. If it's dry, add more water. This I can do.
Music while cooking is one of life's little joys. Plus the wooden spoons are handy microphones in case I need to belt out some Aretha Franklin while stirring.
Happy Friday everybody!