Like most little kids, one of my absolute favorite foods growing up was pizza. Eight-year-old Meg could GET DOWN with some Hawaiian Pizza Hut pan pizza anytime, anywhere. And also like most little kids, my tastes have changed as I’ve grown older – more wood-fired thin crust with fancy meats and cheeses than greasy shredded mozzarella on an even greasier crust. But when it comes down to it, I have truly yet to meet a pizza that I didn’t prefer to most other things. From hearty and heavy deep dish (I am a Chicagoan, after all) to cracker thin crust with a delicate spattering of toppings, I love them all and could easily eat pizza every day. So considering how much I love to cook and bake, it surprises even me that I’d never attempted my own pizza crust before.
