white (bianco) pizza.

      ...ok, boring title, but the first 751 "funny" topics made Phrodaux sound like a nazi racist (I refuse to capitalize "nazi" no matter what spell check says) ... well fascist, and not Benito Mussolini fascist kinda funny, but the bad kind...

anyway...

We may have mentioned that Pizza (I am more than willing, nay, borderline-fascist about, the capitalization of "Pizza").

I may be giving you the wrong impression, this is about Pizza (see above about big letters and small letters). We love Pizza around heres.

I strayed, yes, my eye has wandered a bit, there is the tried and true, the always there for me, the waiting, and always there for me (I do love you tomato sauce, and we will always have Paris...huh?)

I went white, and you know once you go white, you might as well do it again (huh^2?)

PIZZA!

(finished, not in a Finland way, who actually paid back their WWI debt, the only country that did by the educationalizm way, learnin'...)

There was a week, not long ago, a magical week, not a "sparkly vampire" or "Ginny Weasley" sorta way (don't judge me), a week that there was not one Pizza, and not one Pizza then a few days and another, but a week that there was Pizza and the very next day (yes, the one just after the first) where there was ANOTHER PIZZA!!!

give me a moment...

 Thisthatthereweek, the second Pizza was the Sunday Pizza that we may have mentioned one or 827 times, was the standard, though much happily consumed and discussed, Pizza. With tomatoes (did I mentioned, all canned, toasted at home, quite a bit grown, in our garden, thank you very much). But the bonus and illicit Pizza was Saturday. Forbidden, and a bit guiltily, Saturday Pizza bianco. (which is eye-tail-eye-eee-ean for cheezy bread).

PIZZA!

First there was the crust. The Fairy Queen makes the crust. She gives pizza, sorry, Pizza credit to Phrodaux, but really, CRUST!

This time, on the griddle (didn't work all that well, sorry) olive oil, sea salt from Mexico (there needs to be a post about this wonderful stuff, 11 nuevo pesos minus 3 a kilo), and chopped fresh rosemary from the garden. Put it all on the crust, then smear it about with a Silicone brush, smear, smear, smear... Try to get it more or less uniform.

 

(lemons are not white)

Then there is lemon, not just lemon, but lemon and preserved lemon. I used half a preserved lemon. Got the recipe for the preserved lemons from Ottolenghi's cookbook, maybe it was "Jerusalem" if you don't have all of his cookbooks, you need to stop wasting what is left of your oh so short life and get his books and cook, cook like you need to eat to live, you will be happy...

So. 

chop the half of a preserved lemon, that you have many-a-jar of in your well stocked pantry. (not panty, dirty)

uniformly distribute.

Then about 1/2 lb of Parmesan, you can use fancy, but the kinda cheap stuff is fine (well, for us, maybe you are fancy, and use "soap" when you bathe, I, for me, use trout and gravel, and occasionally cheese, but not fancy cheese). 

Then... 

A fresh lemon.

slice as thin as you can, you can do better, I believe in you, and more importantly... you believe in you. (please send a donation, your support and our special underpants is what keeps us going)

toss the first and last, those are the lemon nipples. you can use those in private, if you want... Want...WANT. (I admit, I'm not entirely sure what I mean here) 

Then, just because all white made use feel like bad people, we added fresh asparagus spears.

 

(the wine has been replaced with homemade G&T at this point)

 

drizzle olive oil over the whole thing, it will make it nice... trust. Not too much (at which point you would rightly say, "oh for f-sake, if I knew what enough was, why would I be following this "recipe", and you would be oh so correct, really pisses me off as well. so. olive oil (not Popeye's oh-so-androgynous-girl(?)-friend, Oyl, did you notice androgynous and Oyl, just saying) a table spoonish, drizzle. I may have sea salted and corn mealed the crust, but...

Cookin'! it is all about the cook'n,  that would be ~449f plus or minus 47f depending on the phase of the moon, condensation point, temperature, and number of lemon nipples present. (if all else fails, 499f is fine). Pre-heat for about an hour (yes, seems silly, but no, it really does make a difference, or 61 minutes, the beep that says the oven is at temp, it is not real, like that spoon in the Matrix, or my self esteem, a Pizza stone helps, yes, with both) Set the timer for 7 minutes, that way, if it is done "yay! foods!" if not done, it will only be a bit more, but you won't get to the point where you say "yay... briquettes... we can do graphite drawings while we go hungry... starving artist without the hedonism...boo, no fun with prostitutes or gonorrhoea... just burned Pizza...)

PIZZA!

  eat.

enjoy.

...watch Barbarella... but don't over think it. Actually, you will be much happier if you just eat Pizza, drink cocktails made with home made bitters/tonic/gin watch the movie and don't think too much... a fur bikini is optional...

 (...it is not optional).

(just because)