This is Dad’s Special Pizza Sauce. Adults and children alike will love you if you get them to help in preparation.
Pour yourself a glass of wine.
It is best if you can start with tomatoes you grow in your own garden. Boil a pot of them, skin them, then mash them up (this is a good job for teenagers by the way) , then run them through the blender. Or, you can just use a 12 oz can of paste.
12 oz water(or a 12 oz can of sauce, depend upon whether you use fresh tomatoes or paste).
2 TBP garlic, minced
4 TBP honey
1 ½ tp onion poweder
½ tp oregano
½ tp marjoram
½ tp basil
½ tp pepper
¼ tp cayenne
6 tbp parm cheese
2 TBP Salt
1/2 cup chianti
Mix all of the ingredients in a large pot on the stove. Put on low to medium Heat. If it is really watery you will need to heat it for a while without the top on. If you use paste and sauce, you will not need this step.
Refill your glass.
I’ve made more homemade pizzas from scratch than most of you will eat in a lifetime. Want the recipe for Dad’s Special Thin Crust Pizza? Consider it my gift for the Octave of Father’s Day.
First, pour yourself a large glass of red wine. Chianti is hard to beat, or a Cabernet. Here’s your ingredient list :
9 cups of flour
3.5 TP salt
2 TP yeast
½ cup olive oil
3.5 cup cold water
Mix flour, salt and yeast together, then add oil and cold water. Get a teenager to mix and roll vigorously. Refill your wine glass.
This should make 8 thin crust pizzas. Do NOT let them rise. Pre-heat the oven to 450. Optional: check the oven to see if your Wife put a plastic cutting board with a cut up watermelon in the oven. 😠
At this point, you have an option. You can either dust the pizza pan with cornmeal, or you can oil it with a EVOO. I encourage you to try both to see which you prefer.
Place the pizza on the pan on the bottom rack of your oven for five minutes. Then remove the pizza from the pizza pan and place it back into the oven on the rack naked. Cook for another 5 minutes or so. Refill your glass.
I’ll cover Dad’s Special Pizza Sauce in another post.
Most people think I’m crazy for having 12 kids. There are lots of reasons for it, but one I rarely mention; every day I come home to little people who yell and scream my name and run to hug me. Like this guy, #12, who follows me around calling my name and trying to tell me things.