My sister’s been here visiting me. She’s been convincing me to make pizza instead of ordering deliveries or eating out. It’s been raining anyways these past few days so there’s really no point in staying out. She likes barbeque in anything, so she suggests that I should make her a barbeque pizza.
I don’t mind that I have to do pizza, but barbeque in my pizza? I love pizza but I’m very picky with what kind of pizza I eat. But she was persistent. She even bought her own ingredients. She said I had no choice because Singaporeans love this recipe. As if it matters to me, but still what the heck.
I made my dough. For the first time, I knead and waited for the dough to rise. It was quite a sight. I’ve never had pizza that I made from scratch, literally. The barbeque sauce was store bought, so I couldn’t take credit for that, even the ham that we used. I did sliced the pineapples as thick as I want. Not that they were super thick, but thicker than your usual tidbits.
I would’ve preferred a marinara sauce and lots of mozzarella on my pizza. I like pineapple and mushrooms instead of ham, but I still enjoyed this barbeque ham pizza. Maybe because I made it, but I didn’t know that there’s more to pizza than the typical pizza sauce. I even put less mozzarella. To which I was surprised too.
My sister loves parmesan, but I told her, if she’s doing barbeque, the least she could do is let go of the parmesan to give way to my mozzarella. She ate it anyways. She was proud of herself for being able to convince me to make her a pizza.
Honestly, I was proud of myself too. As a lover of pizza, I should know how to make them.
I don’t mind that I have to do pizza, but barbeque in my pizza? I love pizza but I’m very picky with what kind of pizza I eat. But she was persistent. She even bought her own ingredients. She said I had no choice because Singaporeans love this recipe. As if it matters to me, but still what the heck.
I made my dough. For the first time, I knead and waited for the dough to rise. It was quite a sight. I’ve never had pizza that I made from scratch, literally. The barbeque sauce was store bought, so I couldn’t take credit for that, even the ham that we used. I did sliced the pineapples as thick as I want. Not that they were super thick, but thicker than your usual tidbits.
I would’ve preferred a marinara sauce and lots of mozzarella on my pizza. I like pineapple and mushrooms instead of ham, but I still enjoyed this barbeque ham pizza. Maybe because I made it, but I didn’t know that there’s more to pizza than the typical pizza sauce. I even put less mozzarella. To which I was surprised too.
My sister loves parmesan, but I told her, if she’s doing barbeque, the least she could do is let go of the parmesan to give way to my mozzarella. She ate it anyways. She was proud of herself for being able to convince me to make her a pizza.
Honestly, I was proud of myself too. As a lover of pizza, I should know how to make them.
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