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i decided on a late night circle.
yeah.
friday the 13th isn't gonna jinx MY dinnertime reality.
i had a salad,
but that sh!t just doesn't do it for me.
i crave that crust.
i want that bread.
i need that dough.
so i fired up my slooooooow-heatin' oven,
and while it got up to 485℉,
i had my pizza base risin' up.
uh-huh.
PEE EYE ZEE ZEE AYY.
that's what i gotta have.
and that's what i made.
a late night circle, like i said.
with red onion;
fried garlic sprankles;
homemade cashew chee';
shredded cashew mozz';
daiya mozz'... minced, of course;
splintered sweet baby tomatoes;
crushed tomatoes;
and those gluten-free meatless balls, y'all.
uh-huh.
y'know i made more than i needed for sandwich week,
and that made the magic happen for THIS week.
look:

GIMME PIZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAA!!!
the basil is what kicks it into overdrive.
freshie-fresh leaves on top is how the hottness drops
up here at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortess.
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and i know you probably already know this,
but that fast-action crust was expert.
yep.
a pinch of diastatic malt,
a scoop of white whole wheat flour,
a touch of high-intensity pure gluten,
and you've got the TRUTH staring at you from bottom of a mixing bowl.
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i always oil my steel prior to baking.
i always bake on stones.
i always use king arthur flour.
i always let my upright stand mixer do its thing,
and i love the results.
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i have to say, though, in the interest of true storytelling-
i didn't measure anything.
i just got lucky.
....on friday the 13th of all days, even.
imagine that.
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i'm talking about food.
that's a simple subject, sorta-
and one that i'm proud to expound upon.
we all eat food.
i eat better food, for sure, and i wanna share my excitement about it.
but even then, i'm not really detailing the process, am i?
it's sort of an evangelical vagueness
where i've made something by doing a little of this and a little of that,
and i sorta show you the end results.
there's no vagary in it-
it's very predictable.
i make and eat radical vegan treats for my face.'
mostly, because i need to be more creative,
and the rigors of wintertime in the woodsly goodness,
combined with the deepest darkest nights,
and the pressure i've put upon myself to create XI-mas feelings,
and the lack of initiative in my heart and hands about after-work art,
and the absences that feed the feelings i'm burying under all this food...
well,
you can see that it all circles back around,
and late night circles follow form and function.
like pizza.
...you get it;
never quiet, never soft.....