My kids and I love pizza. When we were back in the States it wasn’t unusual to order a couple of cheese pizzas every week. It was lovely not to have to cook, and to actually have someone bring something hot and gooey and cheesy right to our front door.
Alas, fast forward 5+ years, and pizza delivery is no more.
So, in the interest of gastric satisfaction, I had no choice but to learn to make pizza myself. It has been a lot of trial and error, because while you can get the mozzarella cheese here (at the whopping price of GHC 7 or about $7 for a less than ½ lb. wedge), the sauce has either got to be homemade or a little jar of Ragu sauce (equivalent $3.50) from the local (rip-off) supermarket, Evergreen. Generally, its cheaper for me to make homemade sauce, fresh tomatoes being relatively inexpensive, but some days I just don't have hours to spare and when its like that, I fork over the GHC 3.50 and suppress the guilt over the astronomical expense.
But, as every pizza connoisseur knows, it’s the crust that makes or breaks a pizza. No, we don’t have Boboli here, or any of these ready-made pizza kits that you can buy during fund raisers (what I wouldn’t give for the convenience of one of those, though). You can buy some kind of doughy thing that is supposed to turn into a pizza crust, but in my experience (and my oven), it hasn’t yet become something edible.
So, off I went to the world of recipes in search of a good one for pizza dough. And where should I find one, but in this odd little recipe book from the
Just wait till I open up my own restaurant here, starring homemade pizza! I’ll have ‘em (the obronis, that is) beating down my door. In the meantime – for those of you in