Dinner these days is a challenge.
Being in a new kitchen, I mean. With not everything in its right place. Yet.
Fortunately, they did send me the pizza dough, which, one would have to admit, helps a lot.
So pizza was duly made with what edibles I could lay my hands on. Spuds, of course (I had remembered to pack those). Blue ones. Just ‘cos. Some of my remaining feta-like cheese, now well aged. Harissa paste. Tomatoes. Olive oil. Lemon zest (because I can never resist). Parsley. And some more olive oil, which never hurts.
Now, tasty and all though this was, I suspect that this is not the pizza to end all pizzas. I should also add that if you have a showstopping pizza up your sleeve, remove it forthwith from said sleeve and enter it into the pizza challenge yourself for a chance to have your creation served up as part of the Milano menu and win a trip to Rome to boot. For my part, I was happy with a trip to the couch, freshly baked pizza in one hand, beer in the other. Another kitchen challenge overcome.