My original plan was to make the same pizza dough recipe, but try it with my stand mixer instead of hand kneading. Over the weekend I spent some time with my friend Madeline and her two adorable kiddos. Madeline’s plan was for us to make homemade pizza, so I decided I’d give you a blog post featuring those two adorable mini-chefs.
Madeline’s pizza dough recipe is pretty similar to the one I originally used.
She puts the yeast in the warm water to get it going. Once it’s foamy she adds all-purpose flour, salt, olive oil, and honey. (My original recipe called for sugar or malt syrup, and I used sugar).
Got it mixed up, and we kneaded with the combo of hand and spoon in the bowl. This was different from my 8-10 minutes of kneading (and then throwing in the air like a fool).
Once it’s combined and stretchy, it goes into the oven to rise for awhile.
Chef Dane popped up onto his stool with cookie cutters in-hand, because when he sees Madeline with a rolling pin, he assumes it’s sugar cookie time.
Chef Dane spreads the marinara sauce, attempting the new technique of ‘sauce-under-crust.’
Chef Andren assists in artfully distributing the cheese on top of the marinara.
Spread some olive oil on the crust, pop in the oven, and bake til delicious! Chefs Dane and Andren sample the cheese to ensure quality & deliciousness.
The dough was much better, more even, and not quite as tough or bread like. I also preferred the traditional cheese pizza (my favorite, seriously) to the Margherita.
Madeline has always had a good ‘touch’ for cooking. She makes delicious, simple foods with a little bit of flair and a lot of confidence. She just kind of wings it with some recipes, not worrying too much about being exact. While making the pizza, the best part wasn’t eating it, but it was enjoying the experience of cooking and the help of our 2 adorable assistants, and who can blame her.
I’m sure you’re thinking: “Janine, that title is in no way relevant.”
Chef Dane enjoys the art of toasting. Well mostly just the glass-clinking part, not the speeches. Every 2-3 bites of pizza, he stops, raises his bottle of milk and announces “I want cheers!!” Demanding that we clink glasses with each other before moving onto the next bite, it was probably my favorite part of the meal.