I’m worried that I found my go-to pizza so young in my pizza career. Above, you’ll see the Sfincione pizza I made to celebrate America and its Super Bowl. It’s probably the same pizza I’ll make for every celebration in my life. It’s a delicious pizza I made once before for New Years. Fortunately, this time I did much less drinking before hand so I actually remembered to take photos of this darling.
Here’s the pizza waiting in the oven for its debut. “Man, is it hot in here or is it the oil coating this pan and this preheated iron skillet I’m sitting in?” it asked. It’s true. I did coat the bottom of the skillet with oil, but that’s why it gets so crispy on the outside. This thing contains more olive oil than the floor of aisle 9 after a display rack of oil is knocked over by a temperamental toddler. Alas, it’s the price you pay for deliciousness. On top of the pizza are bread crumbs (which were soaked in olive oil), tomato sauce, and mozzarella cheese. I sprinkled some parmesan cheese on at one point, but I’m not sure it made a dent in the taste.
When I pulled this out of the oven I felt as if I were Marco Polo presenting a new country to a queen. It was my proudest moment and I foresaw civilization starting anew with this pizza. It was the perfect amount of crispness on the outside and fluffy on the inside. Its thickness would rival any sicilan, but when biting into it I didn’t have to worry about crumbs exploding all over my carpet. It’s the perfect pizza.
Go pizza. Go steelers. Go america.