Making a pizza has been a weekly thing. It’s the only thing I use the grill for anymore. Except for brats. Dang it. We have brats in the fridge. Remind me to make brats for dinner this week.
Anyway, here’s how it goes. Start up the grill with a flaming Popsicle stick because the starter thing is broken. Get really nervous about the wasp that flies out of the grill right beforehand, but resign yourself to flaming a nest if it’s in there. Then go get the thawed dough and roll it out on a floured pizza peel.
Now dock it or you’ll have a disaster.
Now slide that puppy onto the grill for two minutes. You don’t have to clean or oil the grates or anything. That burned carbon adds flavor and minerals. Trust me on this.
After two minutes, it’s a little cooked.
Take it inside.
Flip it over.
Sauce.
Toppings.
Cheese.
Back on the grill for 5-7 minutes. Set a timer or you’ll regret it. Guessing is not your friend in the pizza world.
Boom. Pizza. Super cheap.
Ha! As it turns out, this is my fourth or fifth post about grilling pizza. It might be time to give this blog up.
Lauren's mom says
I love your blog! It makes my morning complete.
Brad says
I don’t mind reading doubles, because of course I have no memory of ever reading the first posts about it. The only thing I worry about is that my comment on a second post would be the same. Or maybe that’s a good thing -- it would show that I’m consistent.
Mom says
Brad you are to young to be forgetful.
Gramps Royuk says
What’s your sauce and dough recipes?? The final product looks scrumptious.
Lauren says
The sauce is any spaghetti sauce we have around, cooked down a bit to thicken it up. The dough is the no-knead recipe. 🙂
Kristi says
Mmmmm. Pizza. Looks good to me!
Kristi says
Oh, and Friday night is always pizza night at our house.
Mom says
Never ever thought to try the grill. Looks good.