So it turns out that I stink at grilled pizza. I’m confident that at some point in the future it will go well, but certainly not this time. I read about it on the internet, so I knew you could do it with or without a pizza stone. Some people said they used their cheap stone in case it cracked. Not me – I foolishly bravely used my only stone anyway, thinking I had the heat set at ‘medium’.
I did not.
Whatever. It still works – just push it back together like a puzzle and carry on. (One of my kid’s moms sells Pampered Chef, so I’m good for a replacement.) This was not the worst thing that happened – that is yet to come. I pre-baked the crust a bit, as is my custom, since I don’t like soggy crust. Since I had the heat on medium HIGH instead of medium or medium-low, that stone was rocket-hot. It was fine when it was still just plain bread, but cooking the actual pizza on it was a bit of a disaster. By the time the cheese was melted on the top (yum),
the bottom was a blackened mess (yuck).
God bless Lloyd – he’ll eat anything. You can’t scrape pizza like burnt toast, so I just tried to pull off the worst bits from my pieces, but Lloyd at them straight up. He’s got an iron stomach, that boy.