A few weekends back, I decided to play around with some frozen pizza dough and see if I could somehow fashion something with any semblance to the traditional, accepted versions of the dish. After allowing the dough to thaw and rise for some hours, in my warm and yeast-activity-inducing apartment, I was surprised at the glomerular texture and the difficulty I had in attempting to spread the dough across a flat, moderately deep baking pan. Harnessing and harvesting as much of my pathetically limited upper body strength as I could muster, I managed to get the dough mostly evenly to the corners of the pan.
In this experiment, a number of my cuisine processes were quite flawed. First mistake, I decided to make the sauce from a can of tomato sauce, as opposed to paste; though inconvenient, this required longer cooking and simmering of the sauce to thicken it. Subsequently, the simmer sent splattered tomato onto my oven top, kaleidoscoped fruit of red on white. In addition to the actual tomato sauce, spiced rather generically with red pepper flakes, some onion, and garlic, I sauteed vegetables to scatter between the layers of sauce and cheese: more onions, orange bell peppers, yellow bell peppers, and some fresh grape tomatoes, sliced thinly.
Since the filmmaker is lactose-intolerant, he cannot relish in the delights that are dairy cow products; thankfully, however, he can still consume ridiculous quantities of sheep's and goat's milk cheese with me. For this first attempt, I selected two cheeses: first, a layer of goat ricotta above the vegetables and finally, a sprinkling of shredded manchego to melt and brown ever so slightly.
Second mistake was an underestimation of the necessary baking time for the dough, and ensuing thick crust. Fearful that I would burn the bottom of the pizza, I was a bit overly cautious with how long I allowed the pizza to bake; this gave the dish a sort of casserole or foccacia texture and taste. When I reheated slices later in the week, the crust crisped. The last mistake, which is a dramatic denotation and possibly a misnomer, so, the last less than optimal decision was the choice of manchego cheese; while delicious, this hard cheese does not melt as smoothly and desirably as a mozzarella.