I went to bed on time, went to bed and forced myself to do my complete morning routine. And then the day went a little sideways because of the pizza. And right now I don’t really have time to talk about it in depth but:
We started the pizza dough on Monday at 4. Which in my husband’s head translates to ‚right after lunch‘ which means 2 o’clock which means 24 hours before making the pizza. What we really needed was 24 hours plus 2 hours of letting the dough rest (for the third time) plus time to form the pizzas and put the toppings on, plus time to bake them. Ahem.
The recipe we used is from a YouTube video (in German). So here’s our lunch:
The pizzas ready to be baked:
So, the next time we’re making this kind of pizza I will a) make the dough without help, b) use way less water and definitely less sugar, c) write the recipe and everything I need to know down on paper (trying to find the right place in a video without chapter markings is annoying, especially when your hands are covered in flour and/or dough) and d) leave myself more time for the last few steps.
The pizza you saw is the one we gave to the boy, my husband and I shared the first one we made, so we each only got half, because the third one never got baked.
I then was very frustrated and overwhelmed and my husband and I had been arguing all day because of that pizza, so I sat on the kitchen bench for more than three hours until I finished the novel I was reading („Happily ever Ninja“ by Penny Reid, excellent book), ate a bag of potato chips, resisted the urge to have a beer and turned the lights out an hour late.
Today is a bit chaotic already, despite me having the whole day off, but I will go for a walk/run now and that will make everything better.
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