Am I the only one who read this recipe three times trying to figure out when to add the yeast???
We make pizza on a fairly regularly basis in the house. And there is always yeast. (And a pie plate isn't involved either.)
So, here's the story.
This was originally supposed to be part of a Sunday night dinner.
The dough was made. The disks were refrigerated.
The meat course was cooking.
Dessert was completed and resting.
A loaf of crusty hearth bread was baking away in the oven.
Then, at 4:30, after several hours of preparation, I get the phone call. The phone call that no one wants to receive after spending a busy afternoon in the kitchen.
No one was coming home for dinner. Other things came up. A few choice thoughts ran through my head. Ok, make that several choice thoughts...
Enough food to feed an army and it was just The Karate Kid and I.
So, we ate our portion of what was already made and everything else was wrapped up and stowed in the refrigerator for the next night's meal.
And the pizza rustica was on the back burner for another day...
Fast forward a day. The thwarted pizza rustica was on the menu for that night's dinner.
So I took the dough out of the refrigerator to let it come up to temperature.
All the ingredients were lugged out of the refrigerator for the filling.
I turn around to start the oven. And the display on the oven is black. Dead. Out of commission. Seriously???? And of course, The Dude had left that day for a two week business trip.
Panic started to settle in. What on earth was I going to do with out an oven or stove for two weeks? The only thing we use the microwave for is a bread holder (and it melts butter sometimes). Panic settled in a little deeper.
Think. Think. Think.
I am an intelligent, capable woman. There must be something I can do to fix this - if that failed, I could call an electrician. Life as I knew it was not over. This is what I tried to tell myself in those brief moments.
And then a thought came to mind. Hit the reset button on the outlet (excuse me, The Dude later informed me that it is a Ground Fault Circuit Interrupter -GFCI) next to the stove. Bingo. Problem solved. Score one point for Team Cher.
Minor emergency aside, this ricotta pie (sorry, I can't in good conscience call it a pizza - where's the chewy dough, for Pete's sake?) was a piece of cake (no pun intended) to put together.
Any time prosciutto is involved, I am fairly confident in the end results.
Both The Runner Girl & The Karate Kid gave this a "thumbs up". At the end of the day, if they eat it, it's a success.
This post participates in Tuesdays with Dorie. A big shout out to this month's host: Emily of Capital Region Dining (Woot! Way to represent the 518) and Raelynn of The Place they Call Home. The recipe for this week's challenge will be posted on their site. Go check them out...
Next up, lemon loaves. (I have a bit of a love affair with lemons - so this was a no brainer).