After several unfortunate and ill-conceived meals,
I wanted something comforting and familiar.
(AACCKKK. I'm frustrated with the way these links work.
Just scroll down past the above post to get to where I wanted to link to.)
Pizza seemed to be calling me.
I sprinkled one package of yeast over about 1/2 cup water,
then sprinkled sugar over top of the yeast.
Roll the dough in an oiled bowl, cover, and put in a warm place to rise.
Meanwhile, we started on the sauce.
First, I chopped an onion and a few cloves of garlic
and picked a handful of basil.
I found some dehydrated mushrooms in the back of the fridge, so those went in, and Mr. Hawthorne decided to slice some jalapenos into the mix.
The secret to spreading out pizza dough is to take your time.
Spread a little bit, starting from the center, then let the dough rest a while.
I needed this pizza.
Really needed this pizza.
Especially after the two disappointing meals I could barely swallow.
And the pesto was a really nice addition to the crust.
I'm thinking pesto breadsticks would be really nice too.
I still have the other half of dough in the fridge,
so I may go in that direction.
If you have any suggestions, please leave a comment.
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