I had my second culinary disaster of Oz. The first involved a roast chicken that took about two hours longer than I thought it would. We made something else and had the chicken for lunch the next day. Dinner fail!
This is how i felt tonight when the second disaster occurred. I started making pizza dough in the early afternoon, and it rose beautifully. When I went to bake it, it was quite wet, so I thought I would put down some parchment paper. The two stuck together a bit, but I figured that’s what parchment is for, right? Wrong. Mistake 1.
Mistake 2 involved me almost lighting some aluminum foil on fire (!). I won’t get into that one too much, just that it resulted in me having to take my Gorgonzola, mozzarella and basil pizza out of the oven a bit early. That’s where the trouble began.
Yes, it looked as disgusting as the picture in real life. It was still a bit doughy and totally stuck to the parchment. And because of the aluminum foil incident, I couldn’t put it back in the oven to finish. Joe had just returned from the gym and was ravenous, so we dove in with spoons.
I don’t know what’s happened to me! Normally I’m a great cook! Maybe my subconscious sabotaged the pizza in a bid to remind me I would be a terrible housewife?