pizza.
PIZZA!!
PIZZA!!!
yeah.
pizza is tight.
homemade pizza is tighter.
homemade pizza with very little fancy pansty prep is the tightest.
that's what's up around here these days, duders.
check it:

SICILIAN GRANDMA SLICES ARE THE TRUTH!!
here's all you need to know-
i had a night to myself, so i made myself something expert.
and yes, the dough proofed outside and inside the refrigerator alllllll damned day-
because good dough is essential to good pizza,
and better processes create better experiences.
besides, homemade tastes better anyway.
my dough game is getting to heroic-level hottness these days.
and it's S-I-M-P-L-E as you can get it-
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STRAIGHT-UP DOUGH!
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im your stand upright mixer, with the dough hook in place,
knead together:
2 cups a.p. flour;
1/2 tsp vital wheat gluten;
2 tsp salt;
2 tsp sugar;
3/4 cup warm water, w/ 1 pkg regular-A* yeast bloomed in it.
beat it up for ten minutes, and let it bulk up, for another ten, covered in plastic-
once it begins to rise, refriggerate it al day, and get home to a puffy pile of pure sexxxiness.
yeah!!!
preheat your oven to 480℉ on convection, for that good circulatory fire for your face, ace.
wordimus prime.
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my pizza?
it's got shredded spinach on the bottom of that square-stretched olive-oiled dough-
and caramelized onions, too one whole slow-sugar-activated large vidalia onion's worth.
and then daiya mozzarella, minced for maxxximum meltability-
i'll say it for the umpteenth time- spend an exxxtra second chopping you chee' kids.
you will thank me later.
then, a whole LOT of sauce.
yup.
crushed tomatoes are soooooo delicious. and MORE of 'em isn't ever the wrong call.
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i browned up some commercially-created faux bacon brick-hued non-meat flaps,
chopped into mincey squares,
and added those- they were salty, and weird, but they did their jobn,
and added a smoky sweet element to the overall outcome.
i give 'em a B, b.
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i had that semi-softened steamed broccoli poppin' off, too.
i mean, i really like broccoli, bruh, and a fresh bouquet of florets
is welcome at my pizza party anytime.
there's half a bunch of asparagus, seared up and quartered, as well.
green stuff is good for you.
don't be a little baby-b!tchbag and wimp out on all those nutrients, y'nerds.
seriously, though. eat your green things, they're important.
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and then, naturally, there are fried garlic sprankles.
obvi.
rules is rules.
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finished with radicchio ribbons after baking?
you're a champion.
if i had my way, i'd have pizza every day.
but, only if i wouldn't turn into a fatty-boombattie.
i can't have that on my waistline, man.
nope.
i'm already weird enough lookin', i don't need to blarp out, as well.
jeez.
i pick my spots, kids.
pizza once or twice a week is all i can handle.
i mean, i'm NOT getting younger, and i'm not getting prettier, so i can at least
not get worse FASTER, right?
right!
alright.
that'll do;
never quiet, never soft.....
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