On Thursday I posted a recipe for the perfect pizza crust. Today, well, let me tell you a not-so-perfect pizza story. It brings me a laugh whenever I think about it and maybe it will do the same for you.
When I was in high school I starred in a well-known local production called Cooking With Jill. Okay, okay, I may be overstating it a bit.
I suppose I should back up a tad.
My friend, Heather, was enrolled in a videography class and she needed a subject for one of her assignments. I forget how she came up with the idea or if I volunteered. The details escape me. Regardless, she came to the conclusion that she would record me cooking. I liked the idea. It sounded like a lot of fun. I would cook, she would record. It would be called Cooking with Jill.
For the first episode we had to come up with an idea of what to cook. We decided on pizza. I was going to provide the kitchen, the dough and the sauce. Heather was bringing the cheese and, because we had run out, the cooking spray for the pans. This was long before I found out about the joy of pizza stones which, incidentally, require no spray.
Heather arrived at my house and we set up my table. I got on my apron as Heather set up the video equipment. We laid out all of the ingredients and readied ourselves for filming. Heather got behind the