
Remember when you were in school and the best two words that could be spoken or heard were, “pizza party”?
Yeah, it didn’t move me. The trouble is that red sauce.

I was raised on it. My mom was famous for her all-day, slow-cooked spaghettie sauce. When my friends ate dinner with us and spaghetti was on the menu, they were lost. They spent the rest of their lives chasing that red, garlic-scented dragon.
For me though, after seventeen or eighteen gallons of it, the bloom was definitely off the pasta rose. I’m just not a fan.

But, as you may know, Gentle Reader, I am first in line for bread. And made well, pizza crust is a glorious celebration of yeast and gluten. I make foccacia with my sourdough starter and use it as pizza crust. My toppings of choice are marsalla onion jam, shatteringly crispy shards of bacon, and fresh mozzerella or goat cheese—no red sauce.

Turns out my pizza dressing is a very close cousin to the French pissaladière, except I use bacon instead of anchovies (Bacon rather than little smelly fish? Duh.).
This focaccia is a yeast, rather than sourdough version that The Kid makes all the time. It’s an adaptaion from a recipe that comes from the website, Serious Eats.

Thanks for your time.
Contact debbie at dm@bullcity.mom.
Cast Iron Pissaladière-ish
Ingredients

3 & ¼ cups all-purpose or bread flour
1 tablespoon kosher salt
1 teaspoon instant yeast
1 tablespoon sugar
1 ½ cups minus 1 tablespoon water
¼ cup extra-virgin olive oil, divided
5 slices bacon, cooked crisp and broken into large shards
¼ cup deeply caramelized onions
1/3 cup crumbled goat cheese
Coarse sea salt freshly cracked pepper
Combine flour, salt, sugar, yeast, and water in large bowl. Mix with hands or wooden spoon until no dry flour remains. The bowl should be 4 to 6 times the volume of dough for rising.
Cover bowl tightly with plastic wrap, making sure edges are well-sealed, then let rest on countertop for 8-24 hours. Dough should rise dramatically and fill bowl.

Sprinkle top of dough lightly with flour, then transfer to lightly-floured work surface. Form into ball by holding it with well-floured hands and tucking dough underneath itself, rotating until it forms tight ball.
Pour half of oil in bottom of large cast iron skillet. Transfer dough to pan, turn to coat in oil, and position seam-side-down. Using flat palm, press dough around skillet, flattening it slightly and spreading oil around entire bottom and edges of pan. Cover tightly with plastic wrap and let dough stand at room temperature 2 hours. After first hour, preheat oven to 550°F.
After 2 hours, dough should mostly fill skillet up to edge. Use fingertips to press it around until it fills every corner, popping any large bubbles that appear. Lift up one edge of the dough to let air bubbles underneath escape and repeat, moving around the dough until there are no air bubbles left underneath and it’s evenly spread around skillet. Spread onions and bacon over surface of dough, dot with cheese, and press down with fingertips to embed slightly. Drizzle with remaining olive oil. Sprinkle with coarse salt.
Transfer skillet to oven and bake until top’s golden brown and bubbly and bottom’s golden brown and crisp when you lift with spatula, 16-24 minutes. Using a thin spatula, loosen focaccia and peek underneath. If bottom is not as crisp as desired, place pan on burner and cook over medium heat, moving pan around to cook evenly until crisp, 1 to 3 minutes. Transfer to cutting board, allow to cool slightly, slice, and serve. Leftovers can be reheated on rack at 300°.



It’s also partially responsible for a little something called mustard gas.
1-pound sprouts, cleaned and sliced extremely thinly
Refrigerate for 2 hours up to overnight. When ready to serve, sprinkle crumbled bacon on top of each serving. Serves 6-8.
Once you clean and blanch your sprouts, you can finish them in any manner that tickles your fancy.
Just don’t do it.
They say dogs are incapable of experiencing embarrassment. So putting a sign around the misbehaving pooch’s neck with a “confession” for the consumption of the internet set is a colossal, mean-spirited waste of time.
But when it comes to corned beef, I am decidedly canine. I could eat my weight of it in front of the queen, and feel nothing but satisfaction. I could proudly down a Reuben roughly the size and shape of a dorm fridge while chatting with international amazing humans, George and Amal Clooney.
So today, in honor of the upcoming holiday, I thought I would share with you, Gentle Reader, my version of a side dish that is even more appropriate and traditional than corned beef at the Saint Patrick’s Day feast.
When the Irish came to America, they discovered rather than a luxury, canned corned beef (also called bully beef) was cheap food to fill hungry bellies.
Cut bacon into one-inch strips and cook in a skillet on medium-low until fully rendered and perfectly crispy.
After bacon has finished, remove from frying pan, but keep in the fat. Slice onion into thin half-moons. Turn skillet to medium-low and add onions and season. When the onions start to turn golden, add cabbage, season, and cook until the veg are amber colored.
Serves 6-8 diners.
Thanks for your time.
I knew what I wanted to write about, but I was hesitant to do it. It’s not that the recipe isn’t tasty because it.so.is. It’s not that the preparation is difficult, because literally a child (with a little adult supervision) could make this dish. And it’s not that it requires a lot of expensive ingredients, because chances are you have everything on hand right now.

Makes 8 servings.
When you’re ready to cook, heat a heavy skillet on medium-high. Add about 1 inch of vegetable oil. When the oil is nice and hot, cook pork until browned and crispy on one side then flip and cook the other side.




Plate and top with eggs (for the best scrambled eggs ever, don’t whisk, mix in the blender until frothy then cook quickly in lots of butter). Serves 4-6.




4 slices cooked bacon, drippings reserved
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To dice okra, treat it just like an onion. Leave on stem, cut width and length-wise. Then slice it into a dice.























