Tuesday, November 22, 2016

BBQ Chicken Pizza

THE GAME: Raiders vs Texans

It's been 25 years since I first discovered barbecue chicken pizza (at California Pizza Kitchen in Santa Barbara). I'm not going to lie: that makes me feel fucking old.

In high school, I learned that it's really not all that difficult to make, and so every Monday night in autumn when I was 14 and 15, my routine was to make a BBQ chicken pizza and watch Monday Night Football.

Every once in a while I feel a pang of nostalgia and I do that again. Back in the day, my pizzas were the most basic imaginable: Pillsbury pizza dough, Kraft bbq sauce, a plain chicken breast roasted in the oven, and nothing else.

Last night I decided to make a slightly fancier version.

NOTES ON THE FOOD:
  • Apple sounded like a good addition to the pizza, so I used both a smoked Gouda with apple and a Guy Fieri barbecue sauce that actually tasted strongly of fresh apples. 
  • The dough was from a local pizzeria. I used to make my own dough; I took hours and made a huge mess only to end up with dough that still wasn't as good as my local pizzeria. So now I just give them three bucks and they give me a ball of dough. 
  • The chicken breast was an already-marinated piece from my local butcher. 
  • Back in the day, I used to always order my BBQ chicken pizza without red onion or cilantro. If the server or cook screwed up and they brought me my pizza with those ingredients, I refused to eat it. I was an idiot. Those two things are indispensable to my BBQ chicken pizzas now. 

NOTES ON THE GAME:

  • It's Thanksgiving week and the Patriots, Raiders and Cowboys have the three best records in football. FML. 
  • The game was played in Mexico City; I read an interview with a guy defending the city by saying: "Well, the murder rate is not as bad as Chicago and the smog is only about the same as Los Angeles on a bad day." Sounds like paradise. 
  • That was one of the most boring close games I've ever seen. I don't have much else to say about it. 

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