Making An Amazing Pizza

I had a hunger for pizza tonight.  And before I grabbed the phone to order from one of our local pizza joints I asked Nadia if she wanted some pizza, too.  As usual, she said no.  (Nadia doesn’t really like pizza.  But she’s still a terrific person and a wonderful wife and mother despite this tragic flaw.)

Nadia made an interesting suggestion to me, though.  She said, “Why don’t you make a pizza?”

I thought, “Hmm, that’s a very intriguing idea.”  In fact, the more I pondered the notion, the more sense it made. 

“Most guys—with limited skills like me—would never attempt to make a pizza from scratch.” I said to myself.  “It’s a huge effort.”  But something told me to throw caution to the wind and go for it!

So, I got a box of pizza out of the freezer, sprinkled mozzarella cheese on the pizza and put it in the oven.  Twenty minutes later I removed the pizza from the oven and there it was: a delicious pizza that I made from scratch!

I know, it’s astonishing, isn’t it?  I amaze myself with this kind of culinary expertise.  And to think, I’ve never had formal chef training.  It’s all self-education, a love of food and intuition.

Nadia and I have agreed, there’s a good possibility I need to be hosting one of those cooking shows on The Food Network.