Pizza, Pizza, Pizza!

I can be asked at anytime of the day what sounds good and my answer will always be pizza. My Mom and I share this obsession and maybe I'm addicted to it because she ate so much of it while I was in the womb. That being said, Andrew and I have pizza at least once a week (and that's when we are hold ourselves back). Yes, this obsession can be quite costly, but we usually eat homemade pizza.

I love trying out new pizza crust recipes, so homemade pizza usually tastes different every time. The best news of all is that I now can make delicious homemade crust. Here's the trick... use a cooking thermometer! I have always had the hardest time knowing how long to heat up the water to use in the dough. Often, I over-heat it and end up killing the yeast, thus making a disguising pizza which usually results in a pizza run to a place we can trust. This is usually the protocol we take anytime a meals goes south. Sometimes I might even intentionally mess up dinner, just so we have an excuse to get pizza. Anyway, back to the heating up water... I usually just put it in for a minute in the microwave because that's how long my Mom does it for at home. The only bad thing about this theory is that I have a different microwave that cooks at a different speed. (Science has never been my strong suit.) 

We have had a kitchen thermometer for who knows how long (Andrew had to buy one for a class) and I haven't been using it. Now that I have discovered ours, I have used it every time without fail. When the water temperature gets to 105 degrees Fahrenheit, some wonderful pizza is produced.

Andrew and I are still kind of newlyweds and have had fun making traditions. Anytime a holiday comes around, we usually make pizza the tradition. I'm quite excited for Halloween because I know that we will be eating pizza. When Andrew asked me if I wanted to go to the haunted straw maze, he wasn't surprised when I told him I would rather spend that money on a pizza! On Christmas Eve in the Denning home we always had pizza from my recollection as well, so I have that to look forward to this year as well.

I'm often asked where my favorite place to get pizza from is. To be completely honest, I don't have one. Pizza is pizza and I find that every place has its pros and cons. Little Ceasar's is often chosen because of the price, but we visit every pizza place in town. At the beginning of the semester, my teacher assigned each of us to bring in an object that describes us well. I brought in a pizza cutter. (I was a little embarrassed when many classmates brought in quite serious things.) My description of myself was that I love to cook and eat pizza. Now everyone knows me as the pizza lover, but I don't think that's a bad thing.

At my summer internship, I was known for having an obsession for pizza. The other day, one of my co-workers posted that she felt like a pig after eating 2 pieces of pizza and 2 bread-sticks. My response was, "only 2!? Go big or go home." Another co-worker then commented something like, "Jenna, not everyone can love pizza as much as you." This is probably true. And let me just tell you, I'm not one of those girls that can only eat 2 pieces before feeling full. 

Pizza is probably on my mind because our friends invited us over tonight and they're providing pizza. I can't wait and it has been on my mind since the day they invited us. In fact, on Andrew's note in his lunch today I wrote, "pizza tonight!" Nothing else needs to be said.