I’m still not done with the two latest chapters of my stories, so I thought I should post something…
Inspired by a fellow blogger-type friend, who recently posted after a lengthy absence (too long IMO) I’m going to share with you, one of my greatest obsessions. I do have a certain love affair with cooking. I enjoy cooking all types of food, with a strong leaning toward Italian. Above all other cooking obsessions, stands one food in particular. It’s an obsession that has directed me to buying books and other specialty supplies. I’ve read countless online articles, and visited many online forums and blogs. I’ve tried nearly a hundred different recipes and variations of cooking techniques and ingredients. What food could drive me to such great lengths? PIZZA of course.
I’ve spent the last three years trying to make the perfect homemade pizza. My goal is to serve a pizza that is worthy of being bought at a restaurant. If you’ve ever made or had a homemade pizza, you can immediately identify it’s inferiority to restaurant purchased pizza. I’m not talking about Pizza Hut or Dominos here. I’m talking about your favorite local pizza shop. The wood fire place with all made from scratch ingredients. I’m trying to replicate that, and it’s no easy task.
I’m getting close. I have my crust and my sauce just about right. I am proud of what I’ve accomplished so far, but there’s just something…I’ll figure it out, eventually.
I know I can’t be 100% satisfied until I get a proper over. I am limited to 500 degrees and a cooking stone. Once I get a wood fire, I can cook the bitch at 600, and really make the Italian masters take notice. I’m cooking everything to their tradition, so I’m sure they’d give me a nod.