Tuesday, July 1, 2008

I can't make pizza dough. the end.

Update on Pizza Challenge. I hate it. Today I was laying on the couch and watching the Bachelorette online while baby was throwing prunes (I'm not kidding. he found a bag of prunes. I don't know who bought them or what business they had hanging around our house but he found them) and legos at the wall. This made me feel guilty. I mean sure, I was tired. Sure yesterday I did not stop all day. But still. So I counted to three and got off the couch and went upstairs. Baby ate lunch. I made bread. I have an easy recipe. No big deal. Then I thought, "hmmmm. I'll make some pizza dough and have Jeni's barbeque pizza tonight." But I was too lazy to go get my computer and find her dough recipe or any other dough recipe so I reached for my cookbooks. Mind you, by this time I was sweating, my belly was hanging out, baby was throwing beans, and the kitchen was floury. I still wanted to do it because last night we had popsicles for dinner . . .

So the only cookbook I have that had a pizza dough recipe was an old Weight Watchers one. Not a good idea but again, I'm not trekking downstairs for my computer. It can't be bad. But it is sort of bad. Weird steps. And you have to use a food processor for it? Huh? So I just figured I'd do it by hand. No big deal.

But then it called for regular yeast and the water had to be a certain temperature blah blah blah. I had some of that yeast (although I prefer SAF because then I don't have to think about it) but I was in a hurry because by now baby was dumping his drink on his tray and screaming. So I just threw everything together.

Mistake.

Now the kitchen is really heating up. The bread is baking. My dryer is on in the next room and I'm buckets and buckets of wet.

I knead the dough. It won't stick. I add water. It becomes a mushy mess. I add more flour. Too much flour. I keep kneading. Finally I give up and I make it into a ball and put it in an oiled bowl.

Then I look at the recipe again. I forgot the oil for the dough. What do I do now? Is it ruined? Probably. Probably ruined before I started and I didn't have the water at the right temperature. But what? We're on a budget. I can't waste the flour and salt and precious yeast. So I pour oil over the top of the dough and try to get it in sort of.

Right now it's supposedly rising on my counter. It isn't. It's disgusting.

I will still feed it to my boys because I did it. It's done. It will be eaten. I'll let you know how it turns out. If anyone is out there. If anyone even cares that I don't think I'll ever make a decent pizza.

1 comment:

T&H&baby said...

Happy Pizza Week everybody!!!