Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Making Pizza

"You and Mommy spend more time on trying to get a new child that you hardly spend time with the one you already have," my son complained.  Though his complaint was exaggerated, I told him, "Okay, we'll do something that you want to do.  So what will it be?"  I expected to hear some sort of science experiment, but instead he replied, "Make a pizza.  From scratch."  From scratch?  Didn't he realize that we hold firm to the Rachel Ray doctorine that you don't make anything from scratch?  Clearly not.  Still, I agreed to undertake this effort with him on the one condition that he had to be there for all of it and not quit when he got tired or bored. 

Now, the last time we tried to do anything culinary and creative it was when he and I attempted to make a gingerbread house at Christmas.  The finished product then was a gingerbread house that was condemned as being too "unsafe" and "unfit" for any gingerbread families to live in  - or near.  Apparently a collapsed roof is not seen as a plus in gingerbread real estate.  With our pizza, the only thing I would have to wonder about is whether or not it would be edible.

First he combined all the ingredients for the dough and then mixed in the Cuisinart.

Then we had to put the dough into an olive oil-lined bowl with Saran Wrap over it, put the bowl in the refrigerator for an hour to let the dough rise.  While we waited, we watched an animated version of one of Benjamin's favorite childhood books: William Steig's Pete's a Pizza.  If you've never read the book, you must rush to your local library and check it out immediately!  My wife and I would play this game with Benjamin on rainy days when he was "bored."  There's also a cute animated version on YouTube (of course) if you want to look it up and watch it. 

 Once that hour was up, he took the dough out, kneaded it, and then rolled the dough with a rolling pin.

After rolling the dough into a somewhat circular shape, he added the sauce and some cheese.

We put the pizza in the oven for 15 minutes.  This is how it looked when it came out:

But the real question was, "How does this ugly pizza taste?" 

Benjamin and I had a great time making the pizza and the mess.  Every so often while we were making the pizza, we'd pretend a customer had entered our establishment and we'd call out our greeting, "Hey!  Welcome to CiCi's!" 

I'm sure this won't be the first time that Benjamin will be jealous, especially once his new sibling is here, but we just have to take time and make him feel special too, because he really is.

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