Ok, so, let me preface this by saying that this one of the yummiest accidents I’ve made to date. I started to make a Hawaiian pizza and everything was going as planned. Since I decided to buy dough instead of making it myself, I was expecting a very cinchy dinner. I floured my board and successfully rolled the dough out into a perfect circle. I even reflected on how dough, and more specifically, any application involving my rolling pin, used to pique my frustration levels so much so that whatever I was working on often landed in the trash.
Anyway, happy about my now masterful use of a rolling pin, I began to think about assembling the pizza. Here’s where the catastrophe occurred – I gingerly spread the sauce over top of the dough, sprinkling with a few crushed red pepper flakes for fun. I then continued with the ham, pineapple, and finally, the cheese. And then it occurred to me that I had absolutely no way of getting this pizza, laying heavily on my cutting board, into the actual oven. Fuck. I of course should have removed the pizza stone that I was preheating in the oven and carried the dough onto that before topping. Fuck. Anyway, I thought I might just pick it up and transfer it. Nope. Dough is stretchy, people. No dice. So I just folded it in half and used a spatula to move it on over to the stone. Vioila! But, oh crap. Now it’s kinda ruined. I tried to take the glass-half-full approach and began to conceptualize this folded pizza messiness…folded pizza! How inventive! Then I realized it was just actually a calzone. A delicious calzone, I might say, but, yeah, a calzone nonetheless.
Anyway, that’s my pizza wrestling story. I do suggest you try this calzone as soon as possible, as it really is kind of perfect.