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     July 25, 2014


Oh my God, you guys. I made the best pizza tonight.


From Day 1 of my challenge, I really wanted to make a homemade pizza one night because it seemed easy, fun, and cheesy.


I looked up recipes online for the perfect pizza that had goat cheese as its main ingredient. Goat cheese, to me, is such an underrated cheese and is probably one of my favorites. I found a Pesto Basil Pizza with tomatoes and goat cheese and was sold. I printed out the recipe, sent the ingredients to my roommate to buy (because I don’t know how to grocery shop) and rushed home after work to begin this project.


Anxious and starving, I began kneading the dough the minute I walked through the door, backpack and sunglasses still on. I grew frustrated because no matter how many times I pulled and stretched the dough, it would just return back to its normal shape and consistency.


Taking full advantage of our Italian neighbors, I screamed through the kitchen window about exactly how long I have to wait until the dough will be ready to work with. The screamed back “about 20-30 minutes.” I poured myself a glass of wine and waited.


While the dough sat out, I put basil, olive oil, cooked broccoli

florets and Parmesan cheese into the food processor for the

pesto sauce. Once that was done, the dough finally decided to

cooperate and stretched the length of a cookie sheet. I applied

the pesto paste to the top of the dough and then covered it with

bits of goat cheese. Lastly, I sliced a tomato and placed it on top.

I let it bake for 15 minutes, until I could see the crust start to

darken. When the pizza came out, we threw on a few basil leaves

for taste and decoration and we were ready to indulge.


I didn’t even care about burning the roof of my mouth (which I did).

The second that pizza came out of the oven, I cut it up and took a

bite, not even waiting until I sat down at the table.


It was amazing. Incredible. Delicious. Perfect. All of the adjectives. For the first time since I moved in, my roommate and I did not talk during dinner. We just sat there, filling the silence with “Mmmm’s” and “Oh my God’s”. I suggest you all make a homemade pizza one night. It is very rewarding and tastes so much better than a store bought one or even Pizza Hut (but Pizza Hut is still high on the list).

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