I made pizza from scratch tonight. I started it last night, with the yeast and the 00 flour (this part required a ridiculous amount of research). I measured out the ingredients on the scale (so European) ever so carefully; I even remembered to figure in the tare weight.

I kneaded for the prescribed amount of time. It is worth mentioning here that I have marble countertops. I always wanted marble countertops because I have always wanted to make pastry on a marble countertop. This is the first time I’ve actually used my marble countertops in this fashion.

I rested it and covered it to rise and I did not peek.

I should have stopped with the scratch part right there, because when I came home this evening and took up my charge again it all went downhill. My sauce sucked and salmon does not belong on a red pizza.

I cooked it in a cast iron frying pan in the oven at 500 degrees. The fire alarm went off and the lady told me to exit the house.

Next time, I will cook it on top of the stove in the cast iron pan and just top it with goat cheese and some arugula and a little prosciutto, like I meant to do in the first place before I got all distracted.

Next time, it will be not just edible but fargin’ delicious.