Sigh.....one of my favorite memories of growing up was when my Mom used to make home-made pizza. It was by far my favorite Friday night dinner.
I think I am probably the only Italian in the world that cannot make a really good home-made pizza. Now my culinary skills have come a great distance since I first got married and most everything I "mix up" is very good (ask my husband and kids)But for some reason this art of making pizza has escaped me once again.
Last night I tried yet again. I bought a really yummy dough from our local farmer's market; I just don't have the time or the patience to wait for home made dough to rise and so forth. Fresh mozzarella that I hand grated and organic tomato basil sauce. The workings were all there.....
Fast forward to 6 pm, we all all very hungry. I prep the pan, roll out and stretch the dough,top with sauce and hand grated cheese,drizzle with extra virgin olive oil and place it in the oven. Twelve minutes later all looks and smells great; there's only one problem, I can't get it out of the pan.
The kids are looking at me, their mouths hanging open with great anticipation......I'm trying to chizzle it out. Now I'm thinking to myself I prepped the pan with cornmeal and all,what went wrong this time?
It did taste good, the parts that we managed to remove LOL
Guess it's back to the drawing board for this one. I am determined to get this right...eventually
Hey it only took me eight years to get the perfect lasagna down :O)