i didn’t get to take pictures of my pizza!!it was my nicest pizza ever! it had the perfect shape, if you overlook the fact that it is not the standard round pan size pizza. it was rectangular in shape due to my laziness when it comes to finding for stuffs. besides, it was time to break fast and the pizza was not even in the oven yet. so me being me and pressed for time, i grabbed the first thing i could lay my hands on and it happened to be my 9x10x1 baking tray. Hence the reason for a rectangular shaped pizza.
anyway, the crust was soft!superly soft. after my failed attempt at making a sourdough bread bowl, i sworn off anything that has to do with yeast. my sourdough was a total disaster. not only was it hard, it smelled….erm, too sour??i don’t know how to describe it but it is. i threw away the whole batch and ended up eating my clam chowder from a normal bowl instead. i prefer it that way so much more. 
back to the pizza. i made chicken pizza. alright, more like “Anythign-Goes” pizza. i ransacked my fridge to find for food i can throw into my pizza. since my mom was on a mission to clean up the fridge, the only way i can think of to efficiently get rid of all the food in the fridge is via pizza.
tomatoes?perfect.
pineapple?great.
onion? huh. who cares. let’s just dump it in.
mushroom? nice.
chicken? now that’s a must.
with all those on hand, i sliced, diced and chopped and put it on my pizza and topped it with mozarella. heavenly. the base sauce i used was ranch sauce and i used a different brand which i don’t really prefer. next time i shall stick to the old one.
crap, i just remembered that i can’t recall the brand of the previous ranch sauce.
Most of the time, when i post food entries, there would usually be some pics. sure, this photos have some pictures but sad to say, this post would have to make do without any tasty, drool worthy pictures.my family members could hardly control their stomachs for as soon as it was time to eat, my pizza got dissected even before i could take a decent photo of it. my sister was already holding out the cutter and asking my permission to do the honours.
of course i said yes but as soon as those words left my mouth, i just realized that taking proper pictures of my pizza would be impossible unless i was willing to stop everyone from eating and placed the sliced pizzas back together like a jigsaw puzzle but like my family, my stomach protested that idea vehemently with a loud growl.
oh well, perhaps next time.
this is all tha’s left of my 9x10x1 pizza. it’s for my dad. he requested that at least a slice of it is set aside for him.
i know. i know. it’s a mess. the toppings are everywhere. that’s the problem you’ll face too if you try to cram everything into a measly 9x10x1 inch baking tray.
