Pepperoni Pizza on the BBQ Grill

Is there anything more manly than cooking over an open fire?  Ok, maybe killing lions with your bare hands. But grilling is up there on the man-o-meter.  And grilling a turkey pepperoni pizza is infinitely less dangerous than hand-to-hand combat with large, predatory cats.  Plus it's more humane.  Unless you're a turkey that is.

Do I get to have some pizza too?

It's also a great way to score brownie points with the ladies.  Devin seemed to enjoy it.  And if you wasn't sick as a dog I'm sure I'd be bathing in money, love, and power...but she's sick and will forget about the pizza by the time she's better.

So, if there's currently little to nothing in it for me, why make this pizza and not just call Papa Johns? 

F Papa Johns.  That's why.

Plus, you're gonna pay a ton of money for a crummy pie from a pizza joint.  Little Ceasars has the $5.55 pizzas that taste pretty terrible, and anything you get anywhere else is gonna cost you $10-$12 and probably taste about as good as the carpet my dog sleeps on.

If you give me a minute, I'll put a topping on it

So what do you do?  It's fairly easy. Here's what you need:

2 cups of bread flour + extra (up to another cup)
1.5 pkg of active dry yeast (Fleischmann has got a pizza yeast that I tend to use)
2 tsp. kosher salt
2 Tbsp olive oil + extra
2 Tbsp sugar
1 Tbsp honey
2/3 -1 cup of lukewarm water + additional for kneading process

You'll notice quite a bit of additionals in here, and there's good reason. I've found that pizza dough all depends on humidity, temperature, moisture of your flour, how active your yeast is, etc...it can be a guessing game, but it's like guessing how many hands a person has...it's usually two, but sometimes you can be surprised.

Wrong again...

This is infinitely easier with a big ole Kitchenaid Stand Mixer...but since you're a guy, most likely you're like me and don't have one.  Or you're poor like me and can't afford one.  I'd recommend a hand mixer, but since mine got burnt up during the making of this post, I'd recommend using it only during the first cup of flour.  After that, the dough gets too heavy and you'll bust your motor.

Here's what to do:

The yeast (1.5 pkgs), the 2 Tbsp sugar, and 1/3 cup of water go into a large mixing bowl.  Nuke your honey for about ten seconds and squeeze in your Tbsp of that, too.  Whisk (or just mix...or use your hand mixer) this stuff until its all dissolved.

After about ten minutes you'll get a nice head on top of the liquid, like a terribly bready-smelling beer. This is when you start adding some goodness.  Get your mixer going and slowly add 1 cup of your bread flour.  Before you finish adding the flour, add your 2 tsp kosher salt and the 2 Tbsp olive oil. 

At this point, let this mixure benefit from the electric mixer.  It'll save you some kneading time, and will help build some big time gluten, which will make for a very stretchy pizza dough.  While it's mixing, go ahead and add the other 1/3 cup of water. 

After a few minutes, you should have what looks like very sticky pancake batter.  Start sprinkling in the next cup of bread flour.  Once the mixture starts getting heavy and your mixer starts slowing down, turn the mixer off and begin mixing by hand.  You're basically kneading at this point.  Just let the dough incorporate as much of the flour as it wants.  When it stops being sticky, you know you've got enough flour in. 

It may take the whole 2 cups, it may take less.  I added a bit more water this past batch, and it soaked up almost a full cup extra.  This sounds stupid, but listen to the dough. 

You're done kneading when the dough softens.  It's one of those things that you just know it's happened.  Anywhere between 7 minutes and 20 minutes of kneading is needed (get it?) to get your dough to this point.

Loose as a goose

What's next?  Get a bit of olive oil back into your mixing bowl and shape your dough into a ball.  Roll said ball in your oiled mixing bowl and cover the bowl with a sheet of saran wrap. Tuck this away for an hour somewhere warm.  A sunny window is nice.  I tend to go for the oven after I preheat the broiler for about 30 seconds.  You want it warm enough to make you sweat, but not hot enough to melt your plastic wrap. 

Think San Fernando Valley in the summer.

After and hour, your dough will have proofed, and more than DOUBLED in size...

Should I add the topping now?

Notice the gigantism that has affected the dough.  Turn this out onto an olive oil lubed cookie sheet - this will make for easy transportation later. 

This would also be a good time to preheat your grill.  I use a Char-Broil two burner propane machine. You're more than welcome to use something as big or as small as you'd like.  I hear this is good on charcoal grills, too.  But condo complexes aren't the best place for Fireball Jr... You hear me next door neighbors?

Safer than cooking with a pet dragon

So, back to the dough on the cookie sheet. You're gonna stretch the dough out.  If your dough isn't stretchy enough, it's okay to roll it out, but you'll score more points (and have a better dough) if you can stretch it out real thin.  You can even toss it like you see on TV.  But when you drop it, make sure the girl doesn't see it, or you'll have to start all over.

Once you get it the size you want it, make sure both sides have a light brushing of olive oil and head out to the grill.  This would also be the time to grab your toppings.  I did turkey pepperoni and Mozzarella cheese, but the photos I took were when I did Mexican cheese and ground beef.  A basic sauce is useful.  Dried herbs are optional - Basil and Oregano are my favorites.

Things you'll need at the grill:

Your dough
Olive oil in a small cup
Brush
Toppings
Tongs and spatula

Awesomeness is often mistaken for toppings

Flip your dough onto the grill (which you'll turn your burners to low, so you don't burn the crust).  You may worry about the dough falling through the grate, but the second it hits the hot metal, it'll kinda solidify. 

Low heat = no char

The edges maybe fold over, but a lift with the tongs will keep them level.  It'll bubble and hiss (the oil will pop).  Put the lid down and let it cook for a minute or two.   It should look like this when you lift the lid.

Bubbles = flavor

Brush the top with some of your olive oil and get ready for the quickness.  Flip it over with your tongs and spatula and once again brush with olive oil. 

Grill marks = grilled pizza

A bit of sauce on the top, sprinkle with cheese and the pepperoni.

Grilled pizza = manly

Lower the lid and cook until the bottom browns and the cheese melts.  Once you're there, slide that bad boy onto your cookie sheet and slice it up.  This is what mine looked like:

Heaven from the fire

Now go put the brownie points to use, buddy.

Fox News Article Thoughts

Memphis Christians Fear Discrimination if Revision to Anti-Bias Policy Gets OK

The nuts and bolts of the preceding article (for those of you who don't want to be caught with Fox News in your browser history...or those of us who don't like to read...) is that Memphis Christians are unhappy that a ban on discrimination towards homosexuals is being considered for city employees and those who have contracts that utilize city money.

Construction Guy and Cop are safe, but the Cowboy is so fired

This is an issue because the Christians believe that such a ban would screw up their right to exclude people for reasons they believe are immoral and/or personal choices.  In essence, a construction company CEO with a weekly Sunday date with the Big Guy and a gig building the new high school drama building feels he should be able to fire one of his man servants for turning down his lovely daughter in favor of his macho son.

Yes, sir, she's in wonderful shape...but...I'm gay

Now look, this is America and you have the freedom to hate anyone you want.  I get it.  Dogs hate cats.  Democrats hate Republicans.  Southerners hate blacks.

Oh, I misunderstood.

But c'mon.  Is this something really worth fighting for?  You think something (or someone) that someone does is icky and/or wrong so they can just be ignored?  I mean, I wouldn't think catching someone biting their toenails or picking their nose at the mall would be a fire-able offense. 

You've got no future, kid

This seems to me to be a case of "we got picked on in high school and payback's a bitch."  Though, I'm not sure "the gays" are the proper target.  Odds are they weren't the ones beating you up for being a "Jesus Freak" because they were too busy getting beat up for being "faggots." 

Is the issue at hand the fact that you can't stand up to the people who are the real problem in society?  I mean, heaven forbid you focus your efforts into a cause that means something at the end of the day.

God will take care of it

Don't worry, I got this

From my experience growing up in and around church, and in a Christian school, I think that there's some kind of intention there.  Unfortunately, it's misguided.

For years and years and years, the Christian community (and people in general, for that matter) have had some enemy to rally against that helps bring us closer together.  In 2001, it was the Muslims.  Before that, it was the Hippies.  Before that, the Jews.

Just doin' Gods work, here

If there wasn't a common enemy to work against, it's hard to imagine people coming together.  Since the dawn of time, there's been some form of evil to fight against.  It's what we, as humans, are all about.

Eight years of George Bush brought Democrats the together to grab control of all three governing bodies (House, Senate, Prez).

I'm trying to think but nothing happens

The fear of this control brought the Republicans together to try and stop anything from getting accomplished.

This healthcare bill would look really good with an "aid to North Korea" clause

Even something like Global Warming has been a common enemy for both sides.  The left claims pollution is the problem.  The right claims it's a scare tactic.  Ultimately, this common enemy that's "worth fighting for" blurs out what the true problem is.

I is cold. Can I haz a towel?

Why is this whole "state financed gays" debate even worth fighting about?  Have we forgotten that it's our differences that makes us human? That our different cultures, religions, and values help to strengthen us as people? 

Peace comes from our differences.

Do you think he could ride another cat? I don't think so...

Understanding comes from differences.

You mean this isn't right?

Love comes from differences.

She gave me warts

That whole thing about opposites attract is very true.  Look at your own relationships.  Do you tend to date those like everything you like?  Have the same viewpoints that you do? Have all the same tastes as you? 

Seven nights a week cause cheese is our favorite kinda milk

Probably not.  Take my wife and me.

When we met, I was a homebody tennis player that spent 99 percent of my social time in the gym or on the court. Now, there's nothing wrong with hanging with Dave Terry and Bob Mooney, but I was kinda boring. Oh, and I had stupid hair.

Wanna make out?

Devin was an adventurous party girl that had friends all over West Virginia Wesleyan. She claims she worked out (treadmill) but after being with her for almost eight years I kinda think that was bogus.  And she was a snazzy dresser.  She had taste.  She had style.  She had class.

Cake is classy

And what makes us such a good couple? The fact that we're different.

Before I met Devin, kids were not something I was all that interested in having.  These days, I'm very hip to the idea.  Before Devin, I'd wear shorts and t-shirts almost all year. Today, my clothing collection - while still very inexpensive - is more geared towards some kinda style and substance.  And pre-Devin, you couldn't drag me to a show choir concert.  Now, I watch a show choir concert on TV every week.

I watch begrudgingly

Devin's changed too.  She rides motorcycles with me.  She listens to Howard Stern.  And though she won't admit it, she watches pro-wrestling with me.

She watches begrudgingly

The bottom line is that there are way more important things out there to get up in arms about than whether "the gays" can drink from the same water fountain as you.  Millions of people die as a result of something as basic as unclean drinking water. People are still being enslaved for the benefit of giant corporations. Malaria kills over a million kids a year. Malaria! We've got a vaccine for that.

In this day and age, for someone to desire a position of superiority over another human being because you believe that what they do in their personal life is offensive...is offensive. 

Arguments in the coments section of that article:

The act of being gay is a sin.
Transgenders are just gross.
I'm worried about going to the bathroom with them.
I'd have no problem if they wouldn't flaunt it.

Moral views and plain old science aside..."gay as a sin" as an argument to oppress a people is ludicris.  If you believe that you should be able to fire someone because they're living in sin by being gay, then you should have the right to fire someone who missed church last Sunday to watch a ball game.  Or cheated on his wife. Or because you saw them coming out of a bar Friday night.  Or because they're a Democrat.

God don't listen to the left.

I'd be willing to guess that most folks that posted on Fox News don't know any transgender folks.  I do.  And they're good people.  And that's the thing.  They're PEOPLE.  Not hurting anyone, not wrong or right, not moral or amoral.  They're people trying to live life like everyone else.  They tend to get a bad rap because "tranny" is a dirty word that gets used as a punchline more often than not.

Recycled picture for emphasis

The bathroom argument is silly as well.  The last time I got my dick checked out by a gay dude in a bathroom was...well...never. As far as I can tell, at least.  Hell, maybe they have security cameras set up in all the urinals of the country because they really get off watching me take a piss. 

If you're worried about peeing in front of a guy, it shouldn't be because he's gay, it should be because he has a pee fetish. Your hatred is misplaced.

This way, the gays can't get a look at my Tic Tac

And the flaunting thing...okay, I grew up in a very small town. The most we ever heard of gay people were the over the top, limp wristed, lispy, tranny dudes in Oz. I could see how it would be distracting in the workplace if a dude came up to you with his shirt tied in a knot and his Daisy Dukes spilling his sack out of both sides and offered to blow you for some coke.

But 99 percent of the gay dudes and dudettes that I know dress and act just like you and me.  There's no flaunting other than instead of asking my buddy "how's your girlfriend doing?" I ask "how's your boyfriend doing?"

If private choices such as homosexuality are things that should be left at home, then maybe the unhappy Memphis Christians should be held to the same standard and stop flaunting their heterosexuality.

Good luck getting one of these, gays

In conclusion...I'm terrible at wrapping up essays.  But how this all pertains to being a man while surrounded by estrogen is that the true meaning of being a man is being strong. 

And strength is measured by your actions.  And loving your fellow man is one of the most powerful things you can do.  And by that theory alone, gay men are more "man" than any of us.

I'm not sure where that leaves gay women, bi-sexuals, or transgenders...but I'd say you're at least ranked higher than the Memphis Christians as decent human beings.

I get those looks

In a predicament such as mine - living in a house full of females - I tend to get "the look" quite a bit.  If you're fortunate enough to not know what "the look" is, then odds are you live a fairly fear-free life.

For the uneducated:

 My wife, Devin's "look"

 Devin's drunk friend's "look"

Our friend, Meg's "look"

A giraffe's "look" - not as powerful but equally scary

This is a look that most women learn from the cantankerous matriarchs in their family.  And its effects are devastating.  With a mere glance, such complex thoughts as "you're an idiot" or "why did I marry you?" or "someone's not getting lucky any time soon" can be burned into your forehead with no prior warning. 

And it seems that my two dogs - Sadie and Penny - get in on the action just about every day. Penny has a tendency to run in her sleep. Chasing rabbits or cars or little kids. But when she does it while trying to be a lap dog, it makes for difficult blogging.

Just now I had to wake her up to get her to stop freaking out. I got "the look."

Someone's not getting lucky any time soon

After an attack, you're usually reduced to a puddle of quivering goo, desperately backtracking your prior actions, trying to figure out what you did wrong.  This is a good time to make a mental note: don't do it again, dumbass.

Me?  I've got a bad memory.  I've had several, several concussions in the last five or six years and little tidbits like don't call her fat, don't interrupt her TV shows, or don't touch her...

ever...

are usually well forgotten by the time I've checked my Twitter feed.  Then, I'll inevitably do something stupid again that gets me another look, which in turn gets forgotten...then we end up in an unending vortex.

There is no escape

This is when you need to find something to occupy your time.  Something manly.  Something that will regrow the hair that you shave off your chest.  Something that will make your balls drop back into place.  We're talking grilling.  We're talking fighting.  We're talking motorcycles and cars.  We're talking power tools.

A man among men

In all fairness, we're also talking about baking, and cleaning, and grocery shopping.  Most women's fantasy.

If only this was "the look"

These are some of the things I'll be talking about in this blog.  In the meantime, please feel free to shoot me an email or hit me up on Facebook. 

And please take a moment to