A quick pizza-related announcement: I have two new posts over at Serious Eats Slice, on Magpie Pizzeria and Le Gros Jambon. Check them out here and here! Smoked meat, mustard, and pickles may sound like disgusting additions to a pizza, but I promise you, it works — it’s kind of my favorite pie in the city right now! Also, I didn’t get a chance to mention the exquisite baked goods selection; the stuff they make there (like sticky buns and cake doughnuts!) is totally what I wish I could make at Le Pick Up, if only I had the time and means.
My hunt for the best Montreal pizza continues! This time, my quest took me to Via Ristorante, a tiny restaurant in Montréal-Nord. Adam brought me to Via for my birthday lunch, and it was perfect. Read the full review here.
(See my other Slice posts here, here, and here).
The hunt for the great Montreal pizza continues. As I work my way towards tracking down this elusive beast, I’m stoked to report that I’ve finally — after a year — found a reliable delivery place, all thanks to my pizza-savvy coworker who sagely advised me to order something called a chicken ‘spanakopizza.’ Best delivery decision I’ve made in this city yet.
Read the full review over at Serious Eats’ Slice blog.
Last weekend I helped host a bachelorette weekend for my friend and future bride Meredith. The night before the bridal shower, I made Meredith’s favorite food for dinner. Pizza!
Now that I’m writing for Slice, the heat is really on to make some superlative pies. My favorite tip so far? Michelle once told me that the key to great pizza sauce is to not cook it — and I had always simmered my sauce on the stove first. She liked to blitz a can of San Marzano tomatoes in a blender with some salt and garlic, and then ladle the raw sauce onto the dough. The tomatoes heat up in the oven, and the taste remains fresh and vibrant. Genius.
[And also — are you in Ithaca? Sasha and Jarek are hosting a show with my friends tonight!]
Even though I’ve written for Serious Eats a few times in the past, this week marked my first contribution to my all-time favorite pizza website, Slice, the sister site of Serious Eats. Even better, the comments section has been super helpful — I have so many new spots to try!
Read the whole piece here.
Upon our arrival to the Vermont woods, we were surprised with an amazing pizza dinner made by our rad friend Ithamar. After that long drive, it felt so good to walk into a warm house filled with the unmistakable sights and smells of pizza, my favorite food. The house where we stayed was insane — the fireplace had a little pizza oven slot built right into the back of the chimney. He made a seeded baguette in there, too. I almost passed out, it was so great.
Sigh… this is my last Montreal post! The good news: I can finally start writing about Singapore and Bali. The bad news: I am no longer in Montreal. While there, I was able to slash another key item from my bucket list: pizza from scratch! I was so proud of my novice results that I spontaneously submitted a few photos to Slice’s’ ‘My Pie Monday’ feature. Slice is my favorite website devoted to pizza by far, so I was stoked they ran the photos of my pizzas, which, to be honest, were not really pizzas, but chewy crackers. Flatbread pizzas, if we’re being generous.
But who cares!! I made pizza dough from scratch! Although I debated using Mario Batali’s focaccia recipe, I ended up using the flatbread recipe from the Moro East cookbook, partly because it doesn’t require 1/4 cup of olive oil. I know. While the recipe was freakishly easy, I think think I messed up by rolling the dough out too thinly. The dough, pre-rising:
Given that pizza is my favorite food of all time, I was so excited by how cute and smooth and precious it was that I raced around the house, clutching it to my chest like I had just laid a golden egg. I mean, I made that! What! Who needs kids when creation can be had in just 15 minutes??
The first pizza — grandiosely deemed a ‘potato chip pie’ — was covered with fried discs of baby purple potatoes, garlic slivers, rosemary from the garden, and fruity olive oil. The second pizza — which we agreed was much better — was even simpler: olive oil, flaky sea salt, freshly ground pepper, grape tomatoes (of the $10 variety), and finely minced arugula (brilliant idea! I wish I could take credit for it), all finished with a thick flurry of grated Pecorino. The textures were perfect, the colors intense, the flavor profile spot on — I actually gasped when it came out of the oven.
This summer and fall I am devoting my energy to perfecting the perfect pizza dough. Moro East is not quite what I’m looking for, but for a first attempt, I’m super proud of the results.
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i had a nice relaxing weekend. stayed in when it rained, went outside when it was sunny. ate leftover chocolate chip cookies and slept a LOT.
made a new friend, before i had to return him to his home.
read two great books.
watered some new flowers and set them gently on the windowsill.
had pizza for breakfast with some very black coffee. rejiggered some week-old slices from napolis with thinly sliced red bell peppers, zucchini, and basil and then blasted them underneath my broiler. tasetd even better the second time around.
admired some turkeys (!) milling around in a field in owego before they noticed me and took off. turkey, why u so delicious?
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