So after a “mandatory” $27 expenditure because it was insisted I MUST eat the Giordano’s stuffed pizza pie, I’m convinced a reasonable knockoff could be fabricated for less money.
Step 1 – Go to the Salvation Army thrift store and get a breadmaker for a couple bucks. I’m embarassed of this one. I went there in search of a popcorn popper for my last blog entry, “Magic Beans” Turns out there is a lot of usable stuff there for about zero money. Lots of ice cream makers too. Let other people pay full price on newfangled appliances to experiment and you march in there as a lark and snatch them up for two bits. The dough making alternative is a kitchen mixer with dough hook attachment whose purchase or space usage I cannot justify. Also, there are people just giving them away as yesterday’s fad.
WARNING: You have to make a conscientious effort to NOT buy anything else at the thrift store, lest you become some kind of disgusting packrat.
Step 2- The doughball. After running your few shillings’ worth of flour, yeast, etc through the “dough cycle” on the bread maker, punch it down in a cake pan. A quick google search yielded found me this crust recipe. Cake pan can also be purchased for a few cents at the thrift store.
Step 3-Layer in whatever ingredients you wish and bake for 30 minutes at 375. The classic recipes tend to suggest mozzerella, sauce, and spinach. I’m sure pepperoni slices, mushrooms and browned sausage will work.
Hint: a tube of Bob Evans is less greasy than the ground stuff at your grocery store’s butcher counter
Step 4- Eat this monster every meal for the next few days.
They might as well have mystical powers as much as some folks charge for them. With a little skill, it is possible to get up to five times as much coffee for what you’d pay a certain mega-chain for a vacuum-packed pound. Problem is, you’ve got to get online, buy them green and roast them yourself. This can be, for a knucklehead that shall remain nameless, an extremely smoky and odorous endeavor.
If I could time the market, I’d probably be a millionaire and not working here. Or, living out of a cardboard box because I got cocky. Depends on how you look at it.