Sally in the Zen

Confessions of a Befuddled Zen Buddhist

Food Blogger Wannabe

I love food; hence, I surf food blogs.  I’m a food blogger wannabe.

Whenever I come across a new food blog, the first thing I usually do is read a couple of posts.  And if my interest is piqued, then I would go to the About section to “meet” the blogger(s). 

And then I begin reading the blog from its inception.  I hate reading stories backwards.  It’s kinda like reading the ending of an interesting book first, which is a complete spoiler to me. 

So I go to the Archives and read away.

I just finished A Cozy Kitchen.  I love Caroline and Adrianna, and their recipes.  Just this past weekend, I was inspired to try my hand in making my very first pizza, using their pizza dough recipe to make my very first pizza margherita.

But let me first admit that…yeast scares me.  There, I said it. 

Hi, my name is Sally and I’m afraid of yeast.

When I was younger, I tried making homemade bread and it didn’t rise. 

That poor bread was hard as a rock.  And it scarred me for life. 

But I made up my mind to get back on that horse.  Yeast will not defeat me!  My bread will rise!

So what did I get when I mixed the yeasty wet stuff with the dry stuff?

My first pizza dough!  WOO HOO!

Zen Mum couldn’t wrap her head around the recipe asking for only tomatoes scattered on the pizza.  We didn’t use the canned tomato that was called for.  Instead we used fresh ones, blanching it to remove the skin.  Because it was still in chunky pieces, Zen Mum went and threw garlic and parsley into the mix.  At the last moment, I threw the entire mess into the food processor to smooth it out just for the heck of it.

After some time, the pizza dough did rise!  I was so excited that I started throwing everything together.  And I neglected to take a picture of the risen dough! 

Yeast, you are so not the boss of me!  You’re FIRED!

The original recipe called for just tomatoes, basil, olive oil and mozzarella cheese.  We took it a step further and made it a fully loaded pizza.  We tossed in Italian sausage, black olives, basil, green peppers, baby bella mushrooms and lots of mozzarella cheese. 

Verdict?  Not too bad.  I needed to eat three pieces just to be sure.

Zen Mum and Zen Master were impressed with my first attempt at making pizza.  But we all agreed that I needed more practice; homemade pizza is really an art that needs repetition.  Lots and lots of it.

And roasted tomatoes.

Next assignment:  I’ve started reading the archives of The Amateur Gourmet.  Let’s see what other tasty treats come my way to try.

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