So
last nights dinner
I told you I was making pizza. Pizza is usually a foolproof dinner at my house. Simple: heat up the pizza stone for about an hour, sprinkle with cornmeal, stretch the dough over the stone, add toppings, and bake until browned and bubbly. Yummy, easy, and tasty. Well, I must have annoyed the kitchen gods, because that is not how it went last night.
Things started out normally enough: I popped the stone in the preheated oven and headed off to do something else. After a while, I noticed a smell. A toasty smell. Then all the smoke detectors started blaring. OK, no problem, every once in a while the heat from the oven trips the detectors. I got my giant fan and set it up under the smoke detectors, which stopped the alarms. Off I went again, but after a while I noticed that the toasty smell was getting stronger.
I went back in to the kitchen to find smoke pouring out of the oven. Hmm
it turned out that the stone had absorbed some oil from some pizza I reheated a while ago, and now the oil was burning off. I knew there was no way to get the stone to stop smoking without running it through the ovens cleaning cycle, so I just pulled the stone out of the oven and let it cool off. Apparently, all these warning signs were not strong enough for my addled brain, because I continued with my menu plan.
So. I sprinkled the now cooled stone with cornmeal, stretched the dough, etc., and put it into the oven. About 10 minutes later, it looked done. Bubbly cheese, toasty edges
time for dinner! I got the pizza peel and went to remove the pizza from the stone. Except. The pizza would not come off. The dough had fused to the stone, creating a completely unremovable concrete-like crust. OK. Deep breath. I pulled the entire stone out of the oven to see if I could break the seal with a knife. I managed to get an edge to release, and peered under the crust, only to find that the bottom of the dough had not completely cooked. Of course it hadnt! The stupid stone was cold when I put the crust on it! At this point I actually started jumping up and down in front of the stove out of frustration.
Fine. Back into the oven to cook the bottom of the crust. 10 minutes later, the pizza was back out of the oven. The edges were quite brown. The cheese was
definitely melted. But darn it, we were having pizza! So. I hacked, and I scraped, and I swore, and eventually, with the help of DH, was able to extricate approximately half of the pizza from the stone, which we ate in grim triumph.
The other half of the pizza is still sitting on my stove, permanently fused to the stone. When I get home tonight I will be throwing out my stone. And DH will be taking me out to dinner. And we will not be ordering pizza.