While raiding my pantry, I found a remaining bag of atta, Indian whole wheat flour. Ma used to make parathas, a type of flatbread for my sister with it when she visited a few months back. Next to it, I found a jar of pasta sauce. I knew that I had cheese in my fridge. Luckily, I had a pouch of instant dry yeast in the pantry. This obviously lead to – pizza.
Atta, active dry yeast, pinch of sugar and salt. Mix.
Add lukewarm water heated in a microwave. Keep 1:2 ratio of water to flour. Add a few teaspoons to olive oil. Knead. Here, I accidently splashed more olive oil. Too much of fat weaken the gluten network , tenderize and moisten the bread. It will result in a crumbly and flaky crust similar to traditional southern biscuit breads and scones.
Let the dough rest.
Roll it flat with hand on a baking sheet. Pile up sauce and top with cheese.
Bake in 400F for 12-15 mins until crust gets golden brown.
Honestly, it wasn’t either the best or among the worst pizza that I ever had. It was the best pizza I ever ate in a snowstorm and indeed it had sweet taste of victory for an indignant like myself.
While washing all the dishes, I realized that I was running out of dish washing soap. Maybe, I should have gone grocery shopping. However, when I dug deep in my storage, I found a box of barely used dishwasher detergent. I was saved.
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