Sausage pizza

This is the second pizza from a small batch of dough that was prepared previously and divided into four segments and which has been aging gracefully in the refrigerator. The dough has aged two days so far. 

The pizzas make use of mozzarella bufala which I must say is a game changer if you can appreciate such things. This pizza has slightly more pesto than the first and includes hot Italian sausage so the difference between buffalo and cow mozzarella is not as apparent as the first one. Plus I used less because I'm going to be sad when this mozzarella is gone. If I go back and get more then the ladies will recognize me and go, "YOU again!"  

But it is still a simple little pizza by American standards. Again, baked in a super hot oven between two pizza stones, directly on the bottom stone so the crust is dry and crackly. No bending, floppy, soggy crusts over here, no siree, not here.  

I would make this for a date but not for a party. It's too special to waste on people who will not or cannot appreciate it for whatever reason, always a bad reason in my view, and that never fails to piss me right off. Showing them, discussing the pros and cons, the why and what for, educating them, arguing with them, is all futile. I never cared for that biblical phrase "pearls before swine," Sermon on the Mount, I believe, because it strikes me as arrogant and unnecessarily rude when applied to things like pizzas but I admit that is how I feel when I find myself in discussion with people resolutely closed. I have not once prevailed in such a discussion. This probably sounds weird and it is counterintuitive but food-fussiness is a trait that I associate with poverty. Oddly, I've discovered the higher one's rung the more open one is generally to trying unusual things. I do not know why that is so, but it is my experience. Maybe it has to do with things like escargot, pâté de foie gras, caviar, you have to admit that shit is weird. Conversely, the more unfortunate one's rung then the more narrow the range of choices one allows, and the reasons given for those constrictions are unfailingly absurd.