Today I tried to make a homemade pizza from scratch.
I hate to admit it, but I had never made any type of yeast bread before today.
Sad, I know, but I've always been afraid to try my hand at making bread with yeast.
Well, that, and I have such an issue with instant gratification when it comes to carbs (my favorite food group) that the thought of waiting such a long time for dough to rise is simply not appealing to me. If I'm in the mood for fresh bread, then I want it right now!
But I am now trying to make myself into more of a cook, for the sake of both my bank account and my pride. I'm 33 years old, a mother of three kids and wife to one hungry husband who all value the taste of their food, yet I've rarely done much more than follow the directions on the box when it comes to cooking.
I'm still waiting for the day when I cook something and hear the words, "Wow, Joy, that tasted awesome!" but until that time, I'll continue to try out recipes and improve my cooking skills—such as they are.
But I did manage to make homemade pizza today (crust and sauce); and although it didn't get the gourmet nod, it did satisfy some appetites, which is something at least. And I was even a little surprised that the entire process of making the homemade pizza dough was a lot easier than I expected.
Maybe I'll really go out on a limb this week and attempt to bake a whole loaf of bread—if I can just find a good recipe.