I finally succeeded!

I work. I work hard. I try my best. I follow directions, instructions and even review video tutorials. But there is one thing that has eluded me. There is something I have never been able to accomplish and have always wanted to. That thing is making homemade pizza. I know that sounds stupid to some but I have never been able to make something edible. Creating a homemade pizza has always been made up of a bunch of curse words, a mess, a headache and then an uneaten end product that I wouldn’t even call pizza. BUT for the first time ever I made pizza and even crazier is that it was EATEN! Willingly!

With the help of my three kids on a rainy day, I made three beautiful pizzas. Yes, there were a couple slips of the tongue, a bit of a mess and a lot of worry about the thickness of the crust. But we did succeed.

I think the thing that made the biggest difference with cooking and making these today was the fact that the dough was room temperature. I started with the frozen bags of dough from the grocery store. I let them sit all day and they really came to a decent temperature for handling. We didn’t overdue the flour and I cooked them on parchment paper so they wouldn’t stick anywhere.

The sausage pizza was delicious. Seriously, delicious. I picked up a manager’s special pound of sweet sausage meat. I cooked it on top of stove with the sliced peppers and onion in a little olive oil. Then spread over the cheese right before it went in oven. It was fantastic. My son’s only complaint was it needed more onions. He would say that with everything though. He could eat an onion like an apple.

The Stromboli was an extra. We figured we’d try a different shaped item with the dough. It came out really good, cooked all the way through and only needed an extra 5 minutes in the oven.

The regular pizzas took exactly 15 minutes at 450 degrees. The Stromboli about 20 minutes. The prep of it all was about twenty minutes. I hope that next time we make this it will go just as easily.

I had a great time with my kids doing it. My two year old loved to play with the dough. My ten year old was very serious about even cheese spreading and my thirteen year old was worried about the pepperoni in the Stromboli. I enjoyed my time with them. There are leftovers for my husband when he gets home and memories made forever.

I’m definitely going to try again soon!