Pizza doesn't have to be perfect

After gaining some dough confidence, and running low on food, I decided it was time to try making my own pizza dough. Also, since I didn't have enough flour left for more bread, pizza dough was the next best thing.

I stretched out the pie super-thin, topped it with some fresh tomatoes, weeks old mozzarella which I had to cut off many a mold spots from, basil, and olive oil.

The end result wasn't glamorous. It wasn't perfect. The tomatoes were only okay, the cheese was old, and the basil was on the sadder side of fresh. But the crust was thin and crispy, and the sum of its parts were entirely satisfying. And I think that's the point of homemade pizza. You don't have to be good at it for it to be worth your while. I've made 5 or 6 pies since I've been out here, and all of them have been delicious. You can't go wrong.

Meat-crazy Pizza

So I made a Berkeley Bowl run this afternoon on the way back from the Ashby BART station, so it was time for some meat! What you see to the left is a pizza (I bought the pizza dough, I didn't make it) with BBQ sauce, moz cheese, bacon, BBowl-made pork sausage, and zucchini. I was clearly overcompensating for a meat-deficiency over the previous 24 hours. To be extra indulgent, I spooned some bacon/sausage fat over the crust before I cooked the pizza, but that didn't appear to have any influence over the final product. It was indulgent enough as it was, though, and was completely delicious.

To drink, I had the last of my Dogfish Head 90 Minute IPAs (I can't believe I found DFH on the west coast!!!). A very satisfying meal.