As a writer, I value words. As a journalist, I value the integrity of them. And as a human, I value pizza.
What separates a journalist from any other writer is a reliance on honesty. We are trusted to tell real stories, maintaining the highest level of truth with every word. I strive to perpetually uphold the value of the words I write, vowing to always stand by them.
Which brings me to today.
A few months ago, I made a statement, one that upon further investigation I would like to address with the following amendment:
**unless said pizza is baked on the holy Baking Steel and crafted with the finest ingredients west of the Italian countryside.
Hoping you’re still with me after such a vital error, and are willing to allow me to make it up to you with a recipe for perhaps the greatest homemade pie I’ve created to date: the practically perfect pizza margherita .
WHAT YOU NEED
- pizza dough**
- pizza sauce**
** For these two, I used family recipes. For which you’ll have to commit to marrying me to obtain, and even then I’m not making any promises. For now, any pre-made dough or sauce will suffice.
- roma tomatoes
- fresh mozzarella
- olive oil
- garlic powder
MAKE IT DELICIOUS
For this blog, I am using very generous toy provided by Baking Steel — if you’re unaware what this incredible culinary tool is capable of, I highly suggest you check it out ASAP.
- Preheat oven to 500 degrees, place Baking Steel into oven on the second highest shelf, allow to heat for 30-45 minutes.
- Prepare your dough and coat with olive oil and garlic powder
- Spread sauce and bake for 4-5 minutes
- Remove pizza and place mozzarella slices, bake for an additional 8-9 minutes
- Add basil and allow to cool on a pizza paddle
- Slice and NOM
Again, allow me to say this was the BEST homemade pizza I have made (I am a full Italian so trust me on the significance of such a claim) The crust was crisp but soft, reminding me of the pies I sampled on the Neopolitan Riviera–one bite and I was back along that carefree Italian coast.
And so maybe it makes me a pizza brat, but life is too short for bad pizza–and as a writer of integrity, and a lover of pizza, that’s the final and most honest claim I could make.
Happy Sunday, kids.
Run far, eat well, drink better.