Well, its Pi day again. Last year, after talking to Dan, he told me to ask Moms to teach me how to make pie. When I did, she told me the same thing she told Dan. Refrigerator pie crust or biscuits work in a pinch, but she also showed me how to make pie crust from scratch, and this year I am doing just that, making pies including homemade crust from scratch.
Well except for the Pizza Pie crust. I have decided to use a packaged pizza crust mix for that, so all I need to do is use this digital food thermometer (what a neat gadget) to check the temperature of the water to mix the crust. After I mix the dough, I set it aside to rest and start cooking the filling of ground beef, bacon, button mushrooms, anchovies, black olives, green olives. I decide to mix Mom’s tomato sauce into the filling instead of spreading it on the pizza dough. Ohhh man. Everything is smelling sooo good. I move the pan of cooked filling to a back burner and turn the front burner off.
Now to work on the pizza dough. I dump the raw dough onto a round pizza pan, and start trying to spread the dough out to the edge of the pan. But hmmm. Something’s wrong. Oh! I slap myself in the head and that was stupid.
First, I now have raw dough on my head, and second, I remember too late that Moms said to grease my hands before kneading and rolling the dough. I really don’t want to wash the dough off my hands just to spray them and put them back in the dough. I’ll go ahead and spray my hands and clean up the can later.
Hold up. Ok Moms said that after the dough is in the pan, you take a pizza roller (another neat little gadget, like a miniature rolling pin) and spread the dough to the edges of the pan. Add the filling and put in the oven. Ok. That’s done.
Hm. Kitchen is kind of a mess. I guess I ought to clean it up some while the pizza is cooking. I wonder if I can just pour this flour back in the bag? It was only used for rolling out the dough. I bet no one will ever know that I did that. Umph. Now up into the cabinet.
With that, Mart grabbed the paper bag of flour. Only he didn’t realize that it had a hole in the bottom. Just as he got the bag up over his head to put in the cabinet, the bag completely came apart and he found that he was covered head to toe in flour.
Heck what a mess. I guess I ought to wait a while before I try to make the Vodka pie crust. But maybe a shot of the good stuff will help me forget that I look just like a ghost.
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