There’s no doubt around here that I’m the person in charge of all the activities taking place in the kitchen. I plan the meals, do the shopping and prepare the meals. I suppose you might say I’m a bit territorial about anything that’s related to food in our house. Call me crazy, but if I’m not around to actually make a meal, I’m curious to find out what J. may have eaten in my absence! Usually it’s something that does not take a lot of actual “cooking”.
Although we’ve sort of gotten off of our weekly “pizza night” schedule, we have been out for pizza a few times to the famed Pizzeria Mozza. Little did I realize but sitting at the bar with a bird’s eye view of the pizza making operation was just the push that J. needed to get in the kitchen and become the pizzaiolo in our house. Yes, I still made the dough and prepped the toppings, but J. was the one to actually work the dough and form it in to a pizza. No rolling pin for him. It’s hand stretched and with the quintessential thin crust. Grazie J.! What’s up next?
Top photo courtesy of Sunset magazine.