Baking a good pizza crust can be difficult. Not only do you have to make it just he right fluffiness level, but you also have to add your own flair to it.
There are many different paths you can follow to make it original and memorable. Dominoes goes for the seasoning. Costo tries to make it light and airy. Pizza hut tries to make it cruchy on the outside and chewy on the inside. Shakey’s looks for the perfect bubbles (those golden orbs that are filled with air and are covered in metled cheese).
There are so many pizza placces out there that it is hard to always make your pizza memorable. Pizza places have to accept the fact that they won’t be loved by everyone. For instance, I will never volunteer to go to Dominoes, but my father loves to eat there. Pizzzerias need to accept that just because someone orders pizza there once, doesn’t mean that that pizza place will always be their favorite. Maybe one bad experience will scar that pizza goer for life and they won’t go there anymore.
So maybe there is more than just the crust that goes into the perfect pizza, but at least you can control your crust. You make your crust how you like it, how you think it should be, and if people don’t like it then they don’t have to eat it.
Personally, I prefer the pizza crusts with bubbles on the ends and chewy in the middle.
I wake up every morning and am a zombie until I go down stairs and get my coffee. I am still a zombie afterwards but I am less of one.
I used to hate coffee so much. The smell, the taste. Someone once spilled it on my binder and I had to spray it with perfume to mask the scent. I also couldn’t walk into Starbucks with out getting grossed out. I had tried coffee black and with sugar and couldn’t picture myself swallowing this everyday. Continue reading The Journey to Coffee→
Have you ever eaten so much that you could barely move? To the point where you’re just attempting to swallow one last bite and instead just have it stuck in your mouth for a couple minutes? Your stomach is just about to burst because you were greedy and ordered too much. But your pride doesn’t allow you to admit that you couldn’t do it.
The five course day. You wake up and jump out of bed and hurry down stairs to fix yourself a fresh pot of coffee to wake you so you can have energy for the day. Then you make scrambled eggs and biscuits with fruit and yogurt on the side, one of the breakfasts you rotate with. You make your way into your patio to take in the fresh morning air, hearing the birds singing in the distance. You reach for the morning paper and sit in the silence. Continue reading The Five Course Day→
I always had a dream that one day, I’d open up a world famous bakery located in pastry central of the world, Paris. I’ll name the bakery, “Kristie’s,” and it’ll be large with clear windows that sunlight can stream through. The walls will be painted pastel pink. Macarons, cupcakes, cookies, cakes, eclairs and other delectable pastries will be lined across the store counter. Continue reading How to be a professional baker→