Pizza, pizza number 9...

Made pizza again on Wednesday. Middling results. The crust consistently turned out a little undercooked--just kind of wet and gummy in some areas--or overcooked and crackery. I imagine that has something to do with the oven and how I'm making the dough. On the bright side, it was the easiest dough to stretch that I've made yet. There was virtually no pull back at all, which was awesome. It seems I just may need to mix and knead the dough for a longer period. I did get to eat some good pepperoni on pizza for the first time since my last meal at Lombardi's before leaving New York.

Thanks to Brendan and his flatmates for the use of their kitchen and being my guinea pigs.

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Photos from the homestead:


South Face


Front Hallway


Yellow Room


Kitchen


Garden


Empty House Next Door

Scopa: Don't Drink the Pizza

It's just bland. There's not much else to say, but I'll drag it out for a couple more sentences. They do some fancy pizza tossing, sure. But that doesn't help the lack of sauce. I should've known walking in that it wasn't going to be very good. They had a Tuesday lunch special: a margherita for $6. Pizzas at a discount are generally not in the set of good pizzas.

see here.

do you want a bag?

so sometimes when people buy the useless crap i hawk at the gift shop i work at, i'll ask them if they want a bag and they'll respond, "Aw, nah. Save the planet." surely, if you wanted to save the planet you wouldn't buy the worthless crap that's made largely of processed oil. Consumers can be idiots.

i'm returning to the motherland on august 8th. that's assuming homeland security lets me in. so, sarah, if i haven't arrived by then, i'll probably be isolated and chained up in a damp, concrete box somewhere in gitmo. make sure you call my parents.

that's the way society crumbles

"Meanwhile, Victoria Beckham is set to make a splash on U.S. television three days later when NBC airs a one-hour special titled "Victoria Beckham: Coming to America" on July 16." -- washingtonpost.com

I just vomited a little in my mouth... and then I snarfed it out my nose.

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Joel Achenbach's article from this week's Outlook section:

Here's who we need in Washington: Socrates. The Greek fella. We need him not because of what he knew, but because of what he knew he didn't know, which was pretty much everything. He was one of the all-time great doubters. [continue reading]