Last night was the annual neighborhood caroling event followed by a pizza fest in the cul-de-sac. Turnout was the best ever with somewhere around 50 people. Bobino and I combined threw 25 pies into our respective Blackstone ovens. The cameraman doubled as a pizzaiolo so compromises in both were necessary (more later).
The event was a big success. We have a small community of 30ish families, so the parents had to run ahead to be home for the 20+ kids to come knocking. A couple of scouts would check which homes were occupied then yelled out “they’re here” which triggered the swarm to run over and belt out a song. Usually one kid would pick something and each kid would sing in whatever key they knew. A handful of the kids were old enough to read the song sheets, which helped, but the younger kids were vocally “all in”. The kids ran the singing program themselves this year, which was really great.
After the caroling, everyone showed up for pizza all at once and I got a little nervous realizing this would become rapid fire making and baking. I’ve never cooked that many pies back-to-back since the days that I worked at Shakey’s as a kid. And I had never tested the recovery time of the Blackstone. Not a problem, every pie was as good as the next. Except that last pie - it was a build-to-order “meatlovers” and when I pulled it out of the oven to ask the recipient if he liked the rim color - he did - the piza slid right off the peel and onto the pavement. Everyone was in good humor so I took a bogey and built him another.
You can see from the photos that we ran two stations. The first picture shows Bobino’s station. He made mostly cheese pies and my wife and I handled the made-to-order pies. It was a kick. One guy ordered a everything hold the cheese. It looked good. A fan favorite was Papagorgio’s “Banger Shrimp” a white pie w/ evoo, shrimp, chives, tomato and an embarrassing amount of garlic. Fortunately it was an outdoor party.
The three of us were working pretty diligently but one social behavior was particularly amusing. After the initial rush (of kids mostly), as a new pie would come out of the oven a couple of people would take a slice and then the remaining slices would just sit there. But then we would drop a new pie and the remaining slices were gone plus several of the new fresh pie. You know the drill, nobody wants to be rude and take the last slice. I can’t tell you how many times in that last hour, we thought the crowd was slowing down but then they kept eating. This was a potluck, so there was plenty of food, but a lot of people like pizza.
BTW - Nice Pie C.Bob!