‘I don’t want to go bowling!’ My son stamped his foot.
‘When you’re in France,’ I said in my best, all-knowing fatherly voice, ‘you do what French people do.’ I ruffled his hair and he pulled away.
‘But bowling?’ he howled. ‘Who goes to France to go bowling?’
Well, I guess he had a point. When the Bullhogs [...]
When our woodfired oven was new, we Bullhogs entertained every weekend and made a lot of pizzas. We experimented with ingredients for toppings, some of which worked and some – well, let’s just say they were interesting. The chicken and Italian dressing, for example. Or the blue cheese and potato. But sometimes, we stumbled upon [...]
Every self-respecting Italian pizza is made from dough that was made the day before. The long rise brings out flavors in the dough that aren’t there when fresh, and allows the dough to be pulled amazingly thin. What’s changed is the gluten – the protein in the dough that allows the stretch.
To see the difference, [...]
When I was a kid, the Italian lunch ladies would sometimes serve up trays of pizza: fat slabs of rich yeasty crust slathered with oregano-spiced tomato sauce and mozzarella. When I bit into a hunk of that pizza, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. On those days the lunch lines were long, and [...]