A mother-daughter conversation on food and cooking (mostly)

Sunday, October 19, 2008

"There's a Hole in My Pizza, Dear Eva, Dear Eva. . ."


There's a hole in my pizza because it has a spelt crust, and when I jerked it off the pan onto the pizza stone, it didn't hang together. I want to say that it was incoherent, but that's not quite the right word, either.

It was delicious, and I'm looking forward to a leftover piece for lunch. First there's a layer of pesto; then various cheeses left in the cheese drawer (mostly fresh Parmesan, but also a little goat cheese); thinly sliced onions; diced tomatoes; anchovies; fresh jalapenos; and Kalamata olives. Yum.
If this pizza had been more perfect, I would have named it the "Colin Powell Endorsement Memorial Pizza" to show my enthusiasm.

3 comments:

Eva said...

It's beautiful anyway!

Funny, too: I've been craving anchovies and pizza, so last night I pulled out some frozen dough that I made a few weeks ago and proceeded to get excited about a pizza dinner. And then our oven broke. No pizza for me. Not even pizza with a hole in it. I am envious.

The Columbia Foodie said...

I looks fabulous, I 've gotten into pizza making lately. It's so easy and there are so many ways to dress that foodie canvas!

Kris said...

Thanks, Columbia Foodie. I agree it's a Jackson Pollock thing.