Cast Iron GLORY

Behold: the cast ­iron­ pan pizza


This pizza is the best thing that ever happened to me, other than y’know my birth and whatnot.
it’s pretty delicious. And by delicious I mean LIFE. CHANGING.

That’s right. This pizza is like finding true love. Probably better, because you’re not really allowed to eat your true love.
Not in this society, anyways.
oh, I am so alone.
ANYWAY
PIZZA
PIZZA IS SO GREAT

This particular pizza is made in a gigantic cast iron pan, which is ideal #1 because it’s like a tiny oven in and of itself, allowing for optimal baking quality and #2 because you don’t
have to ever clean it. Just let it sit and collect up all those flavors. because that’s why I don’t clean it, not because I’m lazy.
I just want to use this opportunity to say that most pizza recipes found on baking blogs really piss me off. It’s probably the use of imperatives that causes it more than anything:

“Let the dough rise for blah blah hours” “heat the oven to 550*”

YOU DON’T KNOW ME, FASCIST BAKER
YOU DON’T KNOW MY PROBLEMS

For all you know, I might like my dough to rise for 3 hours instead of 1 or 5.

I might want to bake my pizza at 500* or maybe my oven only heats up to that temperature, you don’t know.

Being sponsored by King Arthur Flour doesn’t give you the right to DICTATE MY BAKING PROCEDURES especially with pizza, which is something everyone has a different preference for. Thin
crust. Deep dish. Cheesy crust. Maybe you like your crust a little burnt or a little uncooked, because you are an animal.
It’s like a savory Starbucks up in here!
I give up.

But if, by chance, this pizza seems like the right one for you, basically just heat that oven right on up to your temperature of preference (which you should probably prefer to be
around 500* F), plunk that pizza dough in the (maybe well­oiled?) pan (and maybe let it sit for an hour but that’s just a suggestion), throw some pizza­-ey ingredients on top (or leave it plain, if you enjoy that minimalist look for your food. and if you hate flavor) and bake it for as long as you want (or until the crust looks like a dark golden-­brown, around 15 minutes). And then enjoy (OR NOT!! WHATEVER YOU LIKE!!).

Okay, I kind of get the imperatives now. That wasn’t even a proper recipe and it took forever to type.
But still.
This is America, after all.