Pizza hibernating in a brick oven. Christa, my partner in pizza, has a father who has embraced his Italian heritage like Hootie has embraced a colony of Blowfish. Christa’s father, on his endless journey to become Pittsburgh’s unofficial little Italy, had a brick oven pizza in his backyard. Yes, right next to his bocci court.
We had a pizza party last week and I had the opportunity to use the brick oven to create some deliciously crunchy pizza. There’s something magical about a brick oven pizza that can nary be replicated in a conventional kitchen. Consider this just a teaser! I’ll provide a blow by blow account later this week. In the mean time, does anyone have any bricks they want to lend me?