that cakey buttery semolina-superpower is in F*ing full effect over here.
pee eye zee zee ayyy powerhousin' is what i had poppin' for my palate and my plate
and let me just tell you the truth, homies:
I LOVE PIZZA!
the dough was tight.
i think letting it proof overnight,
and then allllll day allowed the utmost in flavors to develop.
it doesn't hurt that i get frisky with the yeast, and add a little too much.
you know i do.
because too much is the right amount,
and that's the only level of active participation that i'm prepared to engage in.
here's how this dough went down:
1 1/2 cups a.p. flour
2 tsp gluten
1.5 tsp salt
4 T melted butter
1 1/2 cup semolina flour
1 T active yeast
1 1/4 cup warm water,
with a tsp of sugar, a tsp of flaxmeal, and a tsp of breadmachine yeast.
and it made my whole face so psyched!!
look at what it helped to make happen:
the deep deep dark dopeness bakes at 480F,
until it's golden across the crust.
i still use a springform, buttered, to give it the firm form and ease of access.
i want my hot pizza right NOW, so i make moves to ensure that's a certainty.
plan your work, broski.
i got the cashew garlic underchee' laid down,
and caramelized onions on top of it, with a heavy hand of daiya mozzarella over that.
shredded baby spinach stacked itself above, with MORE daiya to hold it together.
from there, it just gets expert.
quartered glazed brussels sprouts,
and thickly-sliced dry-roasted mushrooms (no slime for me, kid)
with crushed tomatoes,
house-made proprietary pepperoni slices,
and fried garlic and parsley sprankles.
i want my depth to be fully charged and loaded up with new hottness.
i think this had that going for it.
how'd it taste?
like a cartoon,
i cut a wedge out, and ate the entire remaining pac-man shape by myself.
i take indulgent self-destructive comprehensive indigestion to eleven.
that's the only way to serve yourself a harmful helping of hot pizza.
i will forever hate the yellow sheen of unnatural light.
like, SO much.
i want a camera rig and a lighting system over here in the lab,
because after blasting away at the boundaries of big action and burly nourishment,
a yellowy jaundiced photograph just bums me the F* out.
not enough to NOT eat a whole pizza,
but jus enough to make the reason i'm eating it
more about my feelings of esoteric dissatisfaction
than my feelings of abiding gluttonous hunger.
it's all really happening,
and there's pictures to prove it-
the pictures prove that it's getting so much darker so much earlier that
the documentation is suffering for the fading hours of sunshine.
this is it.
and that's the way it is.
lucky for me,
it's a grey cloudy day, and the sun may not shine at ALL today.
that's not lucky at all.
hard styles, long nights, short lights, and big pizzas.
real life unfolds the way it wants to;
never quiet, never soft.....