Men’s Volleyball, Women’s Soccer, and a Fancy Pants Dinner

Here we go… rapid fire blogging!!!

We were at the Men’s Volleyball final – but only for bronze. After Russia was defeated it began to rain (I’m pretty sure Rasputin was at the match as well), and not having anything to cover my camera I suggested we make a run for it.

Holland putting the smackdown on Russia

Holland putting the smackdown on Russia

The next day we saw the final for Women’s Football, or Foo-chee-ball if you are Brasilian, and man soccer is boring. There were a total of I think 3 scores over the course of two hours. I wouldn’t know, I was too busy fantasizing about playing Rocket League instead of watching soccer. I got some good faces on the action shots though.

That face looks like a meme

That face looks like a meme

The Brasilians love the football. Even if they have to root for the Germans.

Germany Defending

Germany Defending

As an added bonus, and as an artist, I felt it only fair that I also captured the face of defeat.

The face of defeat

The face of defeat

For dinner we went to a big party at a private residence. I think the owner had recently died and his sons turned the building into a venue for parties and dinners. The whole place was really beautiful and the dinner was great. I wouldn’t want to cook for that many people, but they did a really great job.

Fancy pants party

Fancy pants party

Since it was night it was difficult to get this huge mountain looming over the property – but you get the idea.

Backdrop to a beautiful home

Backdrop to a beautiful home

Olá Brasil, e boas Jogos Olímpicos !

Hello Friends and Family!

Tim and I have landed in Brazil and we’re checked in to the beautiful Belmond Copacabana Palace. We flew overnight which means as soon as we landed I took a two hour nap and now feel anxious and dizzy – go figure. At least I caught the stomach flu the day BEFORE we left this time, so even though the last few days were fairly unpleasent the next few ones should be pretty incredible.

The Olympic Rings outside our window

The Olympic Rings outside our window

 

The entire hotel is full of people from NBC and Comcast. There is a hidden magical room that is full of food all day connected to a terrace with a view of one of the most beautiful views in Southern America. (Wow am I really this bad with Geography? Yes, yes I am). It’s kind of like a Brazillian Hogwarts, without the annoying Cursed Child addition.

Our itinerary is determined each morning the day before, but tonight we’ll be going to the Gold & Bronze women’s volleyball tournaments. Tomorrow we have our shore excursion, (Or as our guide Anddy from Hong Kong fishing willage always said, “source excursion”) to Christ Redeemer, and then tickets to see the men’s triathalon final and vitory ceremony. The schedule here seems pretty intense – our day trips go from 8:30-2p, and the main evening events go from 9-2:30am. As most of you know, I have the sleeping habits of a sloth, so we’ll see how this whole thing plays out. So far the only meltdown of the trip was when I freaked out because I forgot all of the dog food and toys when we went to drop the dogs off for boarding and we didn’t have enough time to drive back home and get everything. So I scrambled and begged Danielle to go on a huge pain of an errand to get into our house, pick them up, and then drop them off at the airport. Then we got to the airport, parked, and I found everything in the back of the car because I HADN’T forgotten them I am just losing my mind. So then we drove BACK to the boarding place (luckily it was close) to drop them off and then had a panic attack as we rushed to our gate in just under 30 minutes. Security was compeltely backed up so we cut it pretty close. I’ve never seen Tim get nervous about missing a flight so I consider the whole thing a personal victory as well as an epic failure. Anyway what would I write to you guys on my blog about if I remembered things and was calm and collected.

I think between morning and afternoon events I’ll be able to check in and post a few pictures everday, and it should help me enjoy the whole trip a lot more to be talking to all of you throughout it. We took a quick walk down Copa Cabana Beach to walk to the gift shop after my nap and it was like “A Taste of Colorado” meets Christmas at Disney. I have come a long way from social anxiety but the number of people on the boardwalk, the Philadelphia like smells, and the men standing around with assault weapons was just a little much to handle for my first few hours. It’s not exactly first world here, maybe second world – especially if you’re in the Shantytowns, but it’s definitely beautiful. Almost time to go to the magic room for dinner, here are a few first impression photos with many more to come. I brought my DSLR so hopfully I’ll have time to get some good shots!

The view on the Terrace outside the Magic Food room

The view on the Terrace outside the Magic Food room

Até logo!

Host a Make Your Own Pizza Party!

I have been putting this post off since, (let me check my calendar quick), yeah, MARCH 11TH. Has it really been over a month since my last post? No, it hasn’t. Never mind, April 11th. I can’t read a calendar. The point is that I have been avoiding the blog. Probably because of this post. I have been building it up like it’s going to be a huge thing and that’s causing me to dread writing it. So, thanks to Steam, I am now going to do what is probably going to be something fun and easy in a focused and totally beautiful atmosphere. Why I don’t walk to this place every single day I have no idea. If nothing else, I think I’ve at least discovered my new blogging spot.

Without further ado, the long awaited (by me, mostly) blog post on How to Host a Make Your Own Grilled Pizza Party!

Let’s be real everybody, I am partial to attention. To the point where if my friend is having a birthday party then I offer to throw it so I can take the credit for whatever delicious food or tasteful party favors were enjoyed by his guests. By his, I am referring to my very close friend Matty, who just (well… you know… back in Marpril) celebrated his birthday. I offered to cater the party with a make your own pizza setup, where I would bring a bunch of premade uncooked pizza rounds and let everyone put their own personal toppings on their own personal pizzas. And then grill them, because grilled pizza is one of those things everyone seems to be a fan of but no one has really tried. (If you’re on the fence, try it. It’s so easy and adds a ton of flavor.)

Okay. So. The first thing I did was to find a recipe for pizza dough which could be portioned into mini pizzas (in this case four, and then I tripled it because I need 8 and wanted 4 extra pizzas).

A quick word on grilled pizza.
Grilled pizza can be a little bit of a challenge if you aren’t dealing with cooperative dough. The hardest part of grilled pizza is getting the pizza on to the grill. The grill needs to be hot, and the dough needs to be thick enough that it doesn’t fall apart while you are trying to get it from the pan to the grill.
Have you seen Aliens? There is a part in it where a failed clone cries out “Kill Me!!!!”, asking to be destroying because it was such an atrocity. Once upon a time, a friend and I rolled our dough out on a cookie sheet very thin, without much flour to keep it from sticking to the bottom. It came apart in pieces when we tried to slide it on to the grill, fell through the cracks, and is still cooking off today everytime I heat the grill. If you listen closely enough, you can still hear it screaming “Kill me!!!” when I heat the grill.
This is not what you want, right? Right, I am not doing this blog for Buffalo Bill, so you need to make sure the dough is thick enough that it will hold together during the transition, that there is flour on whatever surface it’s sitting on to help it slide off, and that the grill is hot enough to cook the crust before it starts to drip down between the griddle and you create suffering sentient life. There are two ways to do this.

  1. Put a LOT of flour down on whatever surface the pizza is being built on, keep the raw dough a little thick, and quickly slide it off the plate onto the grill. This isn’t as hard as it sounds, and is actually how I did it the first time I tried to make grilled pizza, which was a huge success if I do say so myself, which I do.
  2. Pre-cook the dough just a little bit so it begins to firm up, and then use a spatula to transfer it from the plate to the grill. (We could have put that baking sheet in the oven for a few minutes to help the thin dough stiffen up and slide off easier, but instead we massacred it). Interestingly enough, the dough recipe I found says you can do this the night before, and so that’s what I did. 

I used a combination of a recipe from food.com for Honey Pizza Dough and a technique I found on the blog Cheeky Kitchen.

When you finish making the the Honey Pizza Dough, just divide each batch into fourths, roll out the pizzas, and then bake them at 400 degrees for about 7 minutes. This helps the dough firm up, but not completely set. You can then wrap them in plastic wrap to keep them moist overnight, and bring them to your party the following day. A few more tips on how to get a great pizza dough:

I always weigh my flour rather than measure, because it’s much more accurate when you’re not using a sifter. Which honestly who has time to sift these days. Besides through e-mail. Which I don’t do. My inbox is another thing that shouts out “Kill Me!!!!”. Sorry, anyway, use the conversion 1 cup = 4.25 ounces for flour.

Yeast is super pungent, and if yours isn’t, you either used water that was too hot and killed it or it was too old. If your yeast isn’t alive, your pizza will fall flat. GET IT? FALL FLAT? BECAUSE…

You’ll know if your yeast works when your pizza goes from the above to the below:

Making the dough is honestly the only mildly challenging part of this whole process. If you don’t count yourself a baker, or you just don’t have time, you can always buy a pre-made variation of these crusts. I know Whole Foods carries them, I think it’s 2 personal pizzas individually packaged. The ingredients for baking your own are cheap though, and the results are much more exciting. Not to mention you can always throw in something fun to your crust recipe, like cheese or spices. And if you’re like me (which god forbid how many of us can the world handle floating around at once), you get to brag about making all the pizza rounds from scratch. (Just make sure that when people tell you the pizza is delicious that you gracefully deflect and tell them that they’re the real chefs because they made the pizzas).

When you get to the party, be sure to set out your crusts and then all of your ingredients. Actual amounts for those ingredients can vary widely, but here is what I used for about 8 people (12 pizzas):

  1. About 16 ounces of Mozzarella
  2. Between 8 and 16 ounces of Medium Cheddar
  3. 1 Large Yellow Onion
  4. 2-3 Jalapeños, diced or sliced
  5. 1 small can of black olives
  6. 1 diced tomato
  7. Two Italian sausages, removed from casings and sautéed with some of the onion
  8. About 6 cups of sauce, or around a half cup of sauce per pizza, depending on if all of your pizzas will be red or some will be white then maybe a little less…
  9. Fresh Basil
  10. A small package of pre-silced Pepperoni (Hormel probably)
  11. 1 Bell Pepper
  12. 8 ounces Fresh Mozzarella

Honestly, the best way to setup toppings is to ask your guests what they like, and try to have a little bit of everything. The worst that can happen if you overdo it on the toppings (and admittedly I did a little bit), is that you get to make more dough and have pizza at home once or twice after your party. Just be creative… you can make barbecue chicken pizzas, pineapple ham pizzas, or you can even add a fried egg on top – which is amazing despite how unhealthy it might actually be.

The most important thing is to just enjoy yourself. Enjoy making the crust the day before because you’re doing something for other people, enjoy putting the toppings on your own pizza because being creative is liberating, enjoy cooking them – whether they fall apart on the grill or you chicken out and bake them instead, cooking should be about joy. (Note this only applies to Make Your Own Pizza Parties. Taking joy in everything you do is painfully cliche and I forbid it. Maybe.)

Happy Birthday again Matt, thanks Kristin for pushing me to get this posted, and thanks Danielle for helping me realize I was turning something fun into a chore. Until then everyone,

Chris