Wow what an emotional roller coaster tonight was...
My son had a couple of his friends over and a couple of other folks came over for some pizza tonight. No big deal right? Well my wood was a little wet and for the life of me I could not get my oven hot. After about 3 hours of stoking this thing people were looking at me like I was a mad man. I think there were a couple of curse words that perhaps slipped out
Well my first dough ball opened as expected and I made a simple marinara to get things kicked off... it rolled right off the peel into a big sopping mess. Not sure why or how... I was getting worried now. Pizza gods were frowning... People were really starting to look at me now. You know its bad when your wife comes by and pats you on the back and says that we can always order out
I had to do something... I finally found some good dry pecan wood that was in my garage and stoked that sucker. Finally some flame.
I made another marinara and launched it. perfect.
What saved the night for me... my 11 year old son told me he was in "pizza heaven... best ever dad". Not sure it was... but I'll take it.
I would work for 3 days straight to hear that again.
Strange how important it is to hear people say how much they like your pizza...