Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Drunken Dinner for One - Failproof Pizza


I tend to go out after work pretty regularly (this will go without saying as you get to know me). I also work frantic ten+ hour days occasionally. It's kind of a prerequisite for a startup company to encourage booziness among coworkers, and long hours from everyone. While Tasha is at the gym or cleaning her house or doing anything that someone with a good work/life balance enjoys: I am either drunk, getting drunk, or working. Sometimes all three at the same time.

But honestly, I love my job and wouldn't have it any other way.

That being said, there are plenty of nights when I come home tired and hungry, or drunk and hungry, or (you guessed it!) all three. Usually I will just cook some pasta or frozen raviolis, slather them in butter and cheap parmesan cheese, and nom it up before it even has a chance to cool. But sometimes, regardless of lack of sleep or blood alcohol content, I must cook something. Pizza is good for times like these.

I should probably disclose that I have never seen actual yeast outside of my days working at Beer Works, and am terrified of preparing any type of "dough" for stuff. This has resulted in a strong affinity for Boboli pizza crusts and quite a few burnt pizza fails in the past.

However, Boboli is like five bucks a pop and you have to be, like, sure you're eating pizza at some point that week when you shop. What if you roll in at nine PM all hungry and are like "WTF do I do with all these grape tomatoes I bought that are about to go bad?!"

You consult Betty Crocker, that's what you do.
I found this miracle product while grocery shopping last week, and was baffled I hadn't looked for something similar sooner. 99 cents and 1/2 a cup of water and I have pizza dough in my pantry at all times. BOOYAH.

I bought two of them immediately, and it's something I will definitely continue to try and have on-hand. The first pizza dough was used on Cinco de Mayo, when my boyfriend was shmammered by 7PM and still managed to kick me out of the kitchen for "doooooing it wrong!" and make a fantastic pizza with leftover carnitas and jack cheese.

Since Matty had already tested it out for me, I knew it was drunk-proof, and I was excited. Last night, realizing I was moderately intoxicated and had too much produce to deal with, I decided to make a pizza.

First, I gathered ingredients that I thought would make a pretty delectable pie:
  • Aforementioned pizza dough mix
  • Pricey marinara sauce I bought in a pinch at Sagarino's
  • Grape tomatoes
  • Mozzarella cheese
  • Gorgonzola cheese
  • Baby spinach
  • Scallions
  • Chives
  • Salt, pepper, olive oil
I also had a lot of Syrah on hand but that did not touch the pizza (may have influenced, though).

First, I mixed up the dough. It calls for 1/2 a cup of hot water to "moisten" the dough. I distinctly recalled my boyfriend adding a lot more than a 1/2 cup of water and thinking he was a drunk fool and our pizza would be mush. Well, he may have been a drunk fool, but the pizza he had made was fantastic, so I wasn't wary to add more water. A half cup definitely does not sufficiently "moisten" the dough but makes a lot of clumps, so I added accordingly. I probably used about a cup of hot water all together.

It didn't create the most impressive ball-o-dough, but it was a ball. I let that sit for five minutes and chopped up some baby spinach, scallions, and fresh chives. I also measured out a cup of sauce and a cup of the cheeses combined (mostly mozz, with some of the gorgonzola thrown in because...well...I like cheese).

After the dough "rises" or "rests" or whatever for five minutes, you can supposedly "stretch" it onto your pizza pan using "floured fingers". I'm making this all sound very hypothetical as that is not at all the case. Your hands, and the dough ball, need to be totally covered in flour to handle this sticky mess and get it into anything resembling pizza dough. Luckily, drunk boyfriend already made this discovery a week ago, and I knew to have a lot of flour (probably half a cup) on hand. After that, I pressed the dough out onto a pizza pan, and topped with the marinara sauce and chopped grape tomatoes, the cheese, and then the toppings.


The final result was delicious.


As was the bottle of wine I finished.
Happy Monday to me!

About Us

We are two twenty-somethings living and working in Boston, Massachusetts.

We initially became friends while attending Suffolk University a few (okay, like seven) years back. That Freshman year night that we met isstill in our heads so vividly: armed only with short skirts and fake IDs, our first outing was to a Moroccan hookah bar in Charlestown. It was evident from first puff: we both clearly had a penchant for the exciting, unique, and indulgent things in life.While a lot of time has passed since that initial adventure to Tangierino, that fact has never changed. Now, armed with real identification and (slightly) bigger bank accounts, our interest in food and travel has grown tenfold.

This blog was created to chronicle our mutual adventures, and those of our friends by way of guest contributors. While we will focus a lot (a LOT) on food, we will also be sharing our stories of travel, love, and fun. Of course, none of these themes are mutually exclusive, and you'll find plenty of overlap in our posts.


About Allie
Allie is the resident wireless guru and tech junkie. She manages account relations for a successful mobile content startup, can (maybe) fix your computer or build you a website, and (may or may not have)
named her iPad.

Allie is a self-proclaimed fat kid with a somewhat newfound culinary addiction. Now, a good two years into "learning to cook", Allie has yet to burn the place down, but has suffered her share of epic failures in the kitchen. As she begins to tackle
baking, it is safe to say she isn't out of the woods yet. Regardless, Allie tries often and aggressively in the kitchen, and most often succeeds with simple, fresh food and bold flavors. Or 2AM snacks.

Beyond her cooking style, Allie is a beer enthusiast (and a bit of a drunk). Her job requires a hefty amount of travel and chaos, and she will order pretty much anything if it comes off a menu titled "Bar Bites". She currently lives in Southie with her bearded boyfriend and teeny, tiny dog.


About Tasha
Tasha is an Executive Assistant to a group of investment bankers at a prominent financial institution in Downtown Boston. From booking travel to grabbing lunch to making presentations to organizing closing dinners, she considers herself the “New Emily” of her office (if you’ve never seen Devil Wears Prada then you won’t get this reference).

While not multitasking like a maniac, Tasha pursues her passions of working out and eating…not always in that order. In 2008, Tasha hired a personal trainer, lost almost 20 lbs, and got in the best shape of her life. This didn’t deter her from her love of food and she makes it a point to have 1-2 cheat days on the weekends where she can eat rich and delicious foods from some of Boston’s best restaurants.

Tasha’s newest passion is designing her new condo, which her and her boyfriend Philip have recently moved into. This is a big step for the couple of three years, as they have never lived together. Melding both of their tastes and styles will be a challenge, but they’re up for it…hopefully their bank accounts are too!


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