déjà vu). While fretting about losing the pies to the hellish depths of a brazier filled with charcoal, I prepared the toppings. There would be two pepperoni pizzas, and beet, feta and honey pizza.
Once the grill was hot, Dad and I stood under the gray sky. I held a cookie sheet with the dough spread out on it by the side of the grill, Dad reached out and flipped it on and for a few tense moments we watched and waited for it to slide through. It didn't slide all the way through, only enough to create a delicious ridged side for the toppings.
|Beets, feta cheese, and honey pizza|