I made my “homemade” pizza tonight. Pillsbury roll-out crust, Ragu Homemade Style pizza sauce, mozzarella of course, with deli-thin pepperoni slices, red onion, kalamata olives, and roasted red peppers. It needs a signature name. It’s been giving me trouble in the rental house’s oven, which runs 25-50 degrees too hot. But tonight I got it perfect, I hope I can reproduce it now. The crust was crisp without being crunchy, not chewy at all, and although thin, it was sturdy enough to hold the toppings without drooping. The platonic ideal.
I think the higher you set the oven, the farther over the desired temperature it goes. I should test that theory with an actual thermometer.
Sounds delish! Why not just call it The Bryce?
oh, i don’t know… meeting his wife and saying, “oh! i had me some bryce the other night. talk about tasty! well, i’m sure you already know..” probably wouldn’t fly.
Or she might think it’s funny!
Ha! A slice of The Bryce? I’m not sure I can say it with a straight face.
Oh, but see how easily that rolls off the tongue (the phrase, you pervert)? And besides, what a great line, if anything backfires, it’s just the pizza!
The platonic ideal of pizza
mmmm.. gimme a slice..
oh, wait, that does sound dirty, even if it’s not called a Bryce.
If it’s Platonic, you could call it “The Republic.” haha. Okay, that’s weak. I vote you use some literary reference to refer to its poetry or classic balance.