I am a pizza snob, and I have come to terms with it. I can't stand cardboard crust or doughy puff balls that roll out of conveyor-belt ovens. I thinks it's a travesty. Pizza was created to fulfill the needs of those deprived of crunchy things, melty/bubbly things, and just fucking tasty things in general. This wonderfully thin in the middle and burnt to bitterness on the crust creation has become one of our nations favorite foods, and rightfully so.
But WTF happened to it? The unappetizing starch bombs that occupy the market seem to never die down. I don't get it. Why the hell are people into this stuff? then I thought, "Well, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they just think that this is pizza and it's is as good as it gets."
Then later I thought, "Fuck no, people are smarter than that."
So, Where is this real pizza I speak of? In New Haven, CT. In NYC. In some random small town in Iowa where the dude wants to make it right, anywhere but fucking Pizza Hut.
Seriously, why make something inferior for your customers. Oh wait, I know. It's because marketing has shown that people like it. Fuck that. When dominoes ditches the big boy toaster ovens, I'll give it another shot.
So I'll help you guys out. My "live by, die by" pizza formula is in the recipe section. Get a digital scale.
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