I like pizza. A lot. but I don't like the chicago town, pizza hut, dominoes or pizza smut (there must be a cheap pizza emporium in east London called that, there really must) versions.
The boy's cafe recently got a pizza oven and they do mighty nice pizzas, but I wanted to have a crack myself.
In lieu of a pizza oven, pizza stone or, well, any actual ability, I had a go anyway. I've still not got round to scales, so by eye (and crossed fingers) I measured out 7g of yeast, stuck in some luke warm water, a teaspoon of sugar and a teaspoon of salt (dammit, that's four ingredients if you include water) and waited for the foamy fun to begin. When it was all nice and weird, that was tipped into 500g of flour and kneeded to silky heaven. The dough was left to do it's thing, but that meant overnight for me.
The next evening I rolled and squished the base. The sauce was made from cooking tinned tomatoes, basil, garlic and oregano. Mainly because it's illegal to make a pizza without oregano. And I fried some sliced field mushrooms and red peppers for the top before popping on.
Scandal upon scandals... I forgot to photograph it in a pre-hot oven state. And forgot to photograph it when cooked and whole. So you have to look at the ugly sliced version here.
It tasty smashing. oddly healthy and damn nice. I recommend trying your own homemade pizzas highly.
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