Homemade Pizza

Over Xmas last year we managed to score this awesome homemade pizza cooking stone. It makes us feel like real Masterchef's in our own home and goes back to the Italian heritage that my greasy hair seems to think it has even though I'm half Pom-Kiwi, go figure.

Anyway, so we made up the dough and we got to making our own special pizzas. Note: when I say we made the dough I actually mean I was all set to make the dough as a special treat for my lovely pregnant wife but instead I don't think she exactly had what we'd call 'the faith' in me so she ended up doing all of the dough so now we'll never know if I could have done it myself or not.

Jess' dough came up pretty awesome and then she rolled it nice and flat and into a round shape. The stone had been heated up in the oven and we were ready to start flipping the dough around and slapping some 'exotic' ingredients on there.

Poor Jess wasn't allowed to partake in my awesome hardcore deli meats because they say it's no good for the pregnant ladies and she doesn't want to risk it, so I got all the salami. When we got the pizza out I was super impressed by how great it looked. Check it out.

Id' pay good money for that, and in a sense, we probably did. But it was fun to do and I'd certainly do it again. I can only imagine Jess and me in the kitchen with out little fella teaching him how to do this from an early age. The ladies won't know what hit them.