“WHENNNN the moon hits your eye like a big…
Don’t these people ever stop? After a duplicate lunch of the same menu from last night, mama and papa are making pizza for their regular Sunday night ritual. This after having found decent mozzarella at our local Intermarche. I like that juice it comes in, the whey? I just call it the juice. It’s supposed to be very good for a kitty (just a little, however) and mama uses it in the pizza dough so I guess we’re all getting healthy together, haha.
Frankly, pizza does not attract kitties, but when mama pulls out the anchovies, oh, boy!
First she make the dough in about 3 seconds in the magic food processor—flour, a bit of yeast, salt, a splash of olive oil and warm whey added JUST until the dough is mixed and still workable. Then it rises.
Then she oils a big pan and lays the dough on it, stretching with her palms until it reaches the edges of the pan and then THAT rises for a few minutes while all the other stuff is going on—chopped the basil, chopping the mozzarella, laying out the anchovies, etc.
Then she spreads the stretched dough with her homemade tomato sauce, not too thick, and then on go the anchovies, six or eight, I forget how many as I am concentrating on not salivating on the dough as I watch. Oh, I forgot, it’s smart to turn on the oven to 275C or as high as your oven will go for Farenheit, around 550.
Then she bakes it for 6 minutes and then she takes it out and puts on the chopped mozzarella/basil mix and puts it back in for 3-4 minutes to brown around the edges. This way, she explained to me, the cheese does not get rubbery and overcooked and bad for your digestion.
The pizza is in a square pan, but mama likes to cut it diagonally so that it looks as if it came from a round pizza, haha. You could fool this kitty but I saw that it was square, so there!
The pizza gets all brown and crispy and they give me a tiny, tiny piece just so I can feel a little nostalgia for Italy and the amazing pizza we have just around the corner…sigh.
But this’ll do for now and papa loves his Sunday night napoletana, which is what it is called with anchovies on it.
Of course, there is a soccer match tonight, too. And pizza and soccer will be a happy couple forever. Just like mama and papa and me….
Wait a minute. A couple is TWO!!! Uh, oh.
I think I overdid it…..
Oh, you are such a CUTE little kitty! I enjoy reading your opinion about anything and everything!
Oh, shucks…..but thanks anyway. Sometimes I just ramble on and on but stream of consciousness just sort of happens and there it goes just as it’s going NOW!!!
If the moon in the sky looks like a Pizza Pie thats Amoore 🙂
I’ll bet you can croon like old blue eyes!! Yeah, that’s amore all right and there’s a lot of that around here, believe you me.