"Santa Maria! Eet eez ze primera firsta pizza froma da cucina da Yorkshirea Budino! Eez mama woulda beena prouda hera ragazzo! Molto bene! Molto bene!"
Yes, my friends it is true. Until yesterday I had never made a pizza. To tell you the truth I have never been a big fan of pizza - often describing it as a disc of pastry with stuff smeared on top.
The beloved daughter had bought us some ready made pizza dough and the "use by" date was fast approaching so my first pizza just had to be made.
After carefully unwrapping the dough, I laid it on some greaseproof paper. Then I smeared some tomato passata upon it. I had boiled this down with a chopped fresh tomato, a couple of spoonfuls of tomato purée and some onion salt
Then I scattered some cheese on top - a grated mixture of mozzarella and cheddar. Then thin slices of courgette that I had spread thinly with green pesto. Then thin slices of tomato and chopped fresh basil , finally tinned anchovy slices, a little black pepper and oregano and finally a drizzle of olive oil. You can see the pizza above before I popped it in the oven.
We ate the pizza with a fresh side salad. It was pretty good but I forgot to take a photo of it when I pulled it from the oven. Sorry about that. It was a wondrous thing to behold. However, if there was a Pizza Political Party it remains unlikely that I would vote for it. I still can't really understand all the fuss about pizzas. Instead, give me a golden homemade Yorkshire pudding with beef gravy any time. Much better.