The dough did not roll out. It stuck to everything. It was a misery. I was making pizzas, I’d had all the mis en place. I’ve watched the Schmidts do this effortlessly a hundred times. Me, I was a frantic flour-covered, lunatic rushing hither and thither with limp sticky dough, frenetically hurling mushrooms and olives all over hell and back, ferrying screaming hot pizzas to feed the starving masses.
Eventually I got enough pizzas out and then just flopped down exhausted. Later that night while I was cleaning the squalor in the kitchen I took all of the various topping and threw them into the pizza sauce and ate it like stew the next day. It was delicious.
