This is the only known photo of my New Years Sfincione pizza. I don’t know what threw me off my documentation game but I failed to snap a single picture of the sicilian pizza cooking in the iron skillet, or of any of the many assembled ingredients.
Will I ever be able to recreate the fluffy creature? Or will this be my white pizza whale that I ruin my life chasing?
In short, this pizza was one of the most stunning dishes I’ve created. It was both crunchy and fluffy, flavorful, but not too filling. It was a pizza paradox that for a brief moment existed in my kitchen before being devoured by my guest. Maybe Stephen King will be inspired by this story and write a novel detailing a pizza journalist who goes back in time to properly document this once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. I’m banking on those royalties.