With the power vested in me.
By the city of New York. The state of New York. The country of the United States. The northern hemisphere at large.
I now pronounce it.
Okay, so the “official” start to summer was supposedly on Monday. But actually. No one consulted me on that. So I’ve decided to have it annulled.
And start over. Do it up right this time.
For two reasons. The first being that I want to practice saying things like “with the power vested in me”. One of my good friends is getting married this weekend. Just outside of Boston. And, you know, there will be a priest and all. But what if something happens such that the priest can’t make it? Someone needs to be prepared to officiate at the ceremony.
I’m on it.
The second reason being that up until yesterday. I found the weather to be totally bearable.
Sure, it was hot. But my apartment has a knack for remaining remarkably cool, even through the hottest of hots. In addition to which, I personally have a knack for remaining remarkably cool, even through the hottest of hots. (Yes, there is something seriously amiss with my hypothalamo-pituitary axis.)
But yesterday? Yesterday was rough.
I felt like vomiting when I walked outside. I almost couldn’t make it to the salon to get my hair cut (but after a year of not being cut. I had to grab the bull by its horns. Just do it.).
And so you can bet that the second I made it back to my apartment. I ran for the AC switch. (Given the current state of my stress fractures. I’m not supposed to run. Anywhere. But trust me. This was entirely necessary.)
Hence why. Of all the days. I have declared this one. To be. Summer.
However. Once I had sufficiently cooled down to the point that my shirt was no longer sticking to my back. I thought.
Well. So long as the AC is on. I might as well turn the oven up to 500 and make some pizza. Right?
After taking inventory of my fridge and freezer, I discovered some turkey sausage and some LOCAL zucchini that I had bought from Whole Foods earlier this week. A quick Google search brought me to this zucchini-sausage pizza, a recipe that was published by Bittman in The Minimalist in July of 2000.
And what can I say about this other than that it was actually. Mind blowing. Not something that you would expect given it’s simplicity. But trust me on this one. If you do anything with the mounds of summer squash that are going to be knocking down your door in a few weeks. Making this pizza. Should. Be. It.
Makes 1 12-inch pie, adapted from The Minimalist
3 cups AP flour
1 tbsp yeast
2 tsp coarse sea salt
1 cup water
2 tbsp roasted garlic-infused olive oil
1. In a small bowl, mix together the yeast with 1/4 cup lukewarm water. Add a pinch of sugar.
2. In a large bowl, mix together the flour and sea salt. Add in the olive oil, 3/4 cup lukewarm water, and yeast. Stir with a wooden spoon until the dough gets too stiff, then incorporate the rest of the flour with your hands. Knead for 5-10 minutes. Cover with a damp cloth and let rise for 2 hours.
3. Flour the dough, form it into a ball and let it rise on a floured surface, covered with a damp cloth, for 20 minutes. Stretch out on a pizza peel, parchment paper, or baking sheet.
Serves 4, adapted from The Minimalist
3 medium zucchini, sliced thinly
coarse sea salt
2 spicy Italian turkey sausage links, cases removed
1/4 cup parmesan cheese
freshly ground pepper
1. Preheat the oven to 500 degrees, with your baking stone already inside the oven (if using).
2. Mix the zucchini with the salt in a large bowl and let sit for 20 minutes. In the meantime, heat a small nonstick skillet and saute the sausage, breaking it into crumbles with spatula as you go, until it is cooked through,
3. Rinse the zucchini and pat dry. Layer the zucchini slices on your pizza dough. Sprinkle the sausage on top, along with a tad bit of salt, some parmesan cheese, and freshly ground pepper.
4. Bake for 15 minutes or until nicely browned.
This has been yeastspotted!