Every day you should ask yourself: what am I doing here? And you should acknowledge that you haven’t the faintest idea. You aren’t here on purpose and you didn’t decide anything. You’re a victim of circumstance. You’re lonely and you’re afraid, so you look for company.
Some people go to Mass, where they treat you by serving up the body of Christ, one bite at a time, like hors d’oeuvres. Everybody knows that sharing food is the best way to get people together, even if it means eating the messenger. Share a pizza is my advice, as it’s much better than what they’re serving at St. Monica’s. Plus, you get to talk to the other victims of circumstance instead of thinking about your own circumstances, or worse, sit and listen to that toupee with a collar.
Light the oven and wait until it’s at least 450 degrees Fahrenheit. Then wait some more, because 500 is much better. Don’t even think about making pizza in anything less. And if you don’t have a good stone, don’t even get started.
Doubt the dough. Nothing you make is going to compare to the stuff you had in Naples, but let’s face it, this isn’t Naples, and you should be pretty happy about that. If you’re making it yourself, use 00 flour. I get my dough from a place on Arthur Ave and if you don’t mind, I’ll keep that to myself. What goes on top is up to you. Don’t get too ambitious. Start with oil, salt, and rosemary - or maybe some marinara and anchovies. If it’s cheese you need, use less than you think. It’s more than enough.
