Do NOT Make Pizza . . .

. . . when you do not have your full attention on the job.

Of the possible food groups I can think of, pizza has to be one of the most complicated. There are simply so many things that can go wrong at any time.

Tonight I did not have my FULL attention on what I was doing. My son was buzzing around, wanting to put ingredients on it. At one point, Barry stopped by and we had a spirited conversation about what was going on in the Middle East.

So naturally I fucked up. All the prep was there, but I was so distracted that I lost track. I became sloppy. DO NOT TRY TO MAKE PIZZA if you are going to be sloppy.

There is only you. You are the only person who is going to make the pie, make sure the oil is on the crust, cornmeal is on the peel . . . if you only forget one step, you're FUCKED. No one is going to help you. You're "Mr. Pizza", everyone has heard how "Nicholas makes the best pizza in town!!!" so you have a name.

So I got distracted. We were entertaining Barry and I just got fatigued; all the prep was done but I was getting too tired to go through with it, as he wasn't even going to eat it. I preferred sitting around and drinking wine.

I didn't put enough corn meal on the peel. The pizza stuck to the fucking stone. I was too tired to do all four pizzas. Thank god Brigitte rescued me and patted me and cleaned up the mess. When I yelled at her about where my long-handled tongs were and the pizza burned while we tried to find them, she kept her cool. I didn't.

So, Pizzas: 4, Nick: 2.

Update at 11.