Friday night is pizza night at our house, although I’m on a string of bad luck in the pizza oven department. One night the entire thing plopped on the floor. This version, blackened as it is, was the result of using olive oil to grease my pan. Which I then placed into a 500° oven. I know. Olive oil and high temps don’t mix, but at the time I was thinking how Italian I was! How creative!
Since moving to our new house, I’ve bought a pizza stone, some parchment paper and one of those cool pizza paddle things. I’ve discussed pizza with folks from Williams-Sonoma, Sur La Table, and my friend Elizabeth, who loves pizza so much she installed a real wood-fired oven in her yard. So tonight I’ll give it another go; I think I’ve got my new oven mastered. Almost.
Third time’s a charm. Stay tuned….