Try, try again, and again and again! The dark stuff is fresh-picked basil from the garden, the small yellow tomatoes are from my neighbor’s garden, sauce is from Buscemi’s, thawed dough hand-spread (I almost threw it in the air before Patrick yelled, ‘Don’t even think it!!’) and a gigantic ball of mozzarella that I shredded before Patrick told me I should be slicing it instead. Next time.
I waited patiently to get my critic’s input because this is probably Homemade Pizza Number Five that I have attempted over that many years.
The verdict: ‘Leaps and bounds over what you started with.’
The tweaking journey continues.