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So, the dough I made the other day gave me enough to make two 1 lb loaves with lots left over.

Yesterday, the plan was pizza dough.

I’ve made my own pizza dough before, naturally, but the fact that it was already ready and waiting for me to pound it into submission was a huge plus.

And yes, I pounded it into submission.

Here’s a tip I should have been smart enough to give myself.

You are more likely to end up with a round pizza crust if you start out with a round ball of dough.

As I didn’t think of this, I spend quite a bit of time pulling and pushing and swearing at my not-so-round crust.

Stupid Angela.

I prebaked the crust for about 8 minutes at 450*F.  This step makes for a really crispy crust.

Toppings included:

Pizza sauce, ketchup*, Chick’n, green olives, purple onion, fresh garlic, red pepper, crushed pepper flakes, old cheddar, fresh parmesan and fresh chives

I brushed the edges of the crust with oil and baked it on my pizza stone for 15 minutes.

Now, the crust was uneven,  (thick in places and thin in others) but once you got over that, it was REALLY GOOD.  Better than any crust I’d made previously.

I actually considered refusing my son when he asked for my leftover crust.

I’m a mean, mean Momma.

 

*I ran out of sauce, so I stretched it a little with ketchup.  Not my first choice, by any means.  It’s fine when you’re a kid and your mom makes you mini pizzas in the toaster oven, but on real pizza, ketchup is just too sweet.

Oh, and for kicks, check out this guy doing pizza dough tricks

Crazy. 

Kind of makes me glad I’m making my own dough.  You never know whose neck it’s been rolled around.

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About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, Snap.com commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets, TheOnion.com, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

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