Sunday, February 12, 2006

How to make pizza for 9, 10, 12, 13!

Saturday Hubby's cousins from out of town will be coming for dinner. Two women who are wonderful people. They are visiting a friend who lives nearby and will be coming with friend and one husband for pizza after skiing. That makes four.

Add us...that makes nine.

Brian asks, "Can H come over?" we have 10.

Brian says, "A & J's parents called and want to know if A&J can spend the evening here while they go out." I tell Hubby that I have been meaning to ask said parents if they will take Brian for our required training next month so we say yes.

And then there were twelve.

Okay...Pull out big mixer. Pour in about 9 cups flour, 1 1/2 Tablespoons super fast yeast. 1 teaspoon or more of salt. Heat water to 130 degrees. Pour in slowly along with 1/2 cup of olive oil while mixer runs until it is a soft dough. Think: I really should measure the amount of water this takes and write it down someday. (It is something like two or three cups).

Tell Evan to get up and chop veggies while I go to pick up Andrew.

Come home with Andrew and tell Evan to get up come into the kitchen and start chopping veggies. Tell Andrew to chop also.

Get pizza sauce, ranch dressing, pesto, feta cheese, grated mozarella, pepperone, and ham from refergerator and onto table. Add veggies (mushrooms, onions, green and red peppers) chopped by boys and canned pineapple and artichoke hearts. Put all on kitchen table.

Divide dough into twelve balls, roll and put on parchment paper spinkled with cornmeal.

Put pizza stone in oven. Heat oven to 475.

Wait. Look at flour disaster on counter. Make more dough to save for future.

Wait for cousins.

Feed children.

Wait for cousins.

Re-knead and roll waiting pizza doughs as they are rising and getting too high and bready.

Cousins arrive, with one husband and two friends. They are five! Greet all, quietly go get dough from "extra" and roll out thirteenth pizza.

Let everyone build own pizza. Explain that there is no salad, some of the children actually put ranch dressing on pizza instead of sauce. Eat. Have lovely time.

Go to bed with kitchen a total disaster.

Wake up to find Hubby cleaning. Kiss soundly.

1 comment:

  1. I just linked to this - your comments are hilarious - sounds like my house.

    Pizza for 13 sounds great to me.


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