(if you want this recipe, just scroll back to a previous post)
Pizza is a tricky thing to make. The natural bacteria in the air where you live will impart the special taste and structure to your dough, affecting the final result. Now, here where we live, the Northwest, is similar to San Francisco. Our pizza tastes more sourdoughy than other pizzas.
But, I digress.
I want to talk about how cooking shares the chemistry and physics of love.
(No, don't interrupt! I'm on a roll here...)
Cooking requires patience and flexibility.
Cooking requires accomodation to the tastes and likes, the physical needs of the partners.
Let me illustrate by the making of pizza.
Say I want to eat pizza right now! (It's 7:20 am here.) If I pulled out my flour, etc., it would take a minimum of three hours to get a rise out of that dough. I would need to wait and wait.
(Oh sure, I can take bread, spread some sauce and cheese and bake it for a pretend pizza. NO THANKS!)
The real thing takes TIME.
The real thing takes ANTICIPATION AND SALIVATION.
Well, you get my point. I shall plan to have pizza for lunch or dinner.
Wouldn't it be easier to just go out and purchase a ready-made pie?
Surely, you want the real thing!