I listened with only half an ear, enjoying the piano song of women’s voices in easy confidence with each other. My hands remembered the stiffness of butter cut into wheat flour, the elastic resistance of pastry as I rolled it out on Katrina’s vintage enamel baking cart with her wooden pin. I felt my shoulders release the fretfulness of paint chips, the uncertainty of countertops and light fixtures, the angst of constant shopping.
I’m loathe to say I couldn’t. But the fact remains I didn’t.
Were I to try again, I’d…
- Roll the dough out super-thin. The crust crisped up only to the thickness of a cracker. The rest of my quarter-inch-thick crust was rather steamed.
- Make the pan as hot as possible. Even this will not be hot enough.
- Flip the crust over like a pancake, then put sauce and fixings on top.
- Don’t expect the cheese to be toasted.
- Order delivery instead.