I pull the KitchenAid from the cupboard where it languishes lonely most of the time, and rummage around looking for the dough hook. Then I dump flour, yeast, kosher salt, and water in the bowl and, after it’s kneaded the dough for eight minutes while I putter around doing other things, wonder why I don’t do this more often.
I form two dough boules, give them a light coating of oil, and leave them to rest under a warm, damp towel for longer than an hour but they seem none the worse for wear for it. Then I make pizza.
Sliced tomatoes from the AeroGarden and mozzarella from the grocery store adorn one. I cut up ham and a chunk of pineapple leftover from Friday’s dinner for the other. (I know. Hawaiian pizza is oddly more of a Canadian thing.) After the tomato one is baked I snip fresh basil leaves—also from the AeroGarden—for the top, and there’s supper.
The task seemed daunting when I thought about it but when I get around to it, it’s nothing. So many things are like that.
Now I’m thinking of how to tie together the photograph of a tulip I intended to use for the post this morning and a tale about making pizza with ingredients grown in my kitchen and can’t think of a way to do it. Sometimes things don’t have to make sense to be delightful, do they?
I always enjoy your posts and sometimes just want to “like” rather than comment. But the WordPress like link doesn’t seem to work.
You know, I sometimes have trouble with the “like” button on some blogs too. I have no idea why. Thanks for stopping by this morning—hope you’ve had a good day!
Making bread at home is one of the most satisfying things. When it turns out okay. I’ve had successes and failures. I guess I put off making bread because it’s a lot of work. I guess if I did it more often, I’d do it better each time. And my making my own bread is because of YOU. I should try it again.
I love that you’ve been making bread, Karen! I stopped some months ago and haven’t gotten back to it. I should. We both enjoy it so much. Still trying to drop a few pounds I picked up when we were on vacation so I’ll hold off a bit longer. 🙂
Our pizza night was sponsored by Aldi grocery story – not a dough hook . . . ha!
Ha!! Perfect!