I’ve mentioned our family pizza nights on the blog here and there, but I’m not 100% sure I’ve ever explained what that means here at Casa Whitaker. Here goes.
For as long as forever, we’ve had pizza on Friday nights. Not just any pizza, but 100% homemade. During our first year of marriage, we splurged and bought a $30 Calphalon pizza pan. On a graduate student income, it took us like three months to pay for it. No lie. In that box, came a recipe for crust. And, since we were too poor to buy the pre-made kind, I whipped up our first batch of homemade and never looked back. The recipe is below. What’s left off is knead the dough, adding more flour as needed, then cover and let rise 15 minutes. It makes enough dough for two pizzas. Once your pizza is put together, bake at 400 for about 10 minutes, or until the crust is brown.
My mom gave me a great recipe for pizza sauce and now I just use it as a general “guideline.” You know, pinch of that, pinch of this and a wee bit of that. It’s just a can of tomato sauce (per pizza) with oregano, basil, garlic salt, pepper, salt, fennel and whatever other Italian seasoning sounds good. No week is the same. Every Friday, after we make our usual Sonic happy hour run, we head home and I get the dough going while the kids play. Then, it’s off to make the sauce, brown the sausage and get out all the fixings.
The kids usually come screeching in the house when I’m just about ready to assemble the pizzas. Figures.
We try our hardest to make Friday night family pizza night, but sometimes a basketball game on the other side of town or a work event interferes. Sometimes we watch a movie, sometimes we have dessert. Sometimes the boys (including the biggest one, the Mr.) enjoy a Wii football game. We rarely make plans on Friday nights and it’s a welcome reprieve from a usually very busy week. Some sweet friends of ours in Indy designated a pizza night with their family and it was sacred time. I’m hoping we’re fostering the same kind of tradition at our house.
It’s nothing fancy, nothing orchestrated, it’s just always on the unwritten calendar. For now, I can get by with two pizzas, but the day is coming (quickly) that momma’s gonna have to double the recipe!
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