Homemade boule dough, marinated hot Hungarian peppers, salami, feta, tomato sauce, roast potato (on the left) and radicchio (on the right).
Pizza night.
The pictures aren't great (once the sun goes down, the lighting in our apartment really goes down hill), but the pizza was. A little too thick--when will I learn to flip dough?-and a teensy bit scorched, but that gave it a wood-fired oven taste. T gave it two thumbs up, and he's been picky lately. I had to eat an entire brisket by myself! This is what marriage does to you; summons from within incredible sacrifice.
I've been making pizza quite a bit lately, experimenting with unusual ingredients: rainbow chard, softly set eggs, garlic and olive oil, brie and butternut squash, dried figs, prosciutto and Parmesan. Not too much cheese, so that the other flavors shine. Tonight's mix of spicy, salty and a little vinegary was a keeper.
Today's menu also featured brioche cinnamon rolls, so be sure to check out the Merry Bakers blog. And if you live nearby and want a roll...well, come on by. Brioche is most definitely for sharing. (Unlike pizza. Pizza is for hording. And for breakfast.)
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