Now that's a fire!

Y'all know how crazy I am about food.  I live to eat. My family lives to eat.  I will go to just about any length for great food. Which led me to this purchase.  A wood burning beehive oven.  It is from Portugal and I am in love.  Last week I spent three days seasoning it, which involves starting with a small fire and building up to a rager over a few days before you can cook.  This bad boy cannot get wet.  I waited for the weather to be gorgeous and then I was off to the races.  It was the last week before the kids went back to school, so things were crazy.  The oven was slowly burning on the third day when my neighbor (who I really like) snagged me as I was walking to my car en route to picking my daughter up at practice.  "Did you get a smoker or something?  What is going on back there?"  I realized that my little exciting oven may not exactly please everyone.  I quickly pulled out my cracked iPhone (I am holding on until the 12th people!) and revealed my adorable oven.

"You have to admit you are jealous." I said as he leaned in his eyes narrowing in effort to make out the oven image through the splintered glass.  He laughed and told me that he expected an invite to dinner.  Done.  Could it be that the smell of hardwood burning for three straight days as smoke billowed over the high fence for hours on end was not appreciated?  Maybe I should have apologized....

Finally, the oven was seasoned.  It was Manny's birthday and what did he want?  Pizza.....  When the oven arrived on the 22nd, he wanted to know if it would be ready by his birthday.  I told him that if the weather cooperated that it would.  He quietly stated that if ready he wanted pizza in that oven.  I told him that I was going in green and it could be a bust.  He was willing to take a chance.

Just in case of a pizza fail, I fried up some zucchini flowers.  You can get Manu to do just about anything with fried zucchini flowers.  He obsesses about them.  I fry them in sunflower oil.  A few weeks back Whole Foods was out of sunflower, so I substituted my usual for high temp safflower oil.  I did not tell anyone this as it is not important and I continued.  The drill goes like this, as I batter and fry the flowers, my family hovers. As I place the finished flowers on a paper towel lined plate, hands are already reaching.  I fry four at a time, so one person (me) has to wait for the next batch.  I have to say EVERY TIME, "please wait, they need salt."  Salt is drizzled and did you blink?  They're gone.  I am always asked if I stuff them followed by some tale of how they had stuffed zucchini flowers with this or that...blah blah blah.  Never.  I will NEVER stuff them.  I digress...I fried the flowers in safflower and Manu grabs the first out.  Crunch....crunch... "Mom?  What's up with these?  They're...I don't know.  They don't taste as good.  They taste, I don't know.  Heavy?  Something is not as delicious."  John then chimed in that he agreed.  Okay freaks.....  I love them.  I had sunflower for his birthday.

Back to my oven.  We roasted some red tomatoes and some red peppers.  Manu got involved.  Although the laser thermometer seemed to entertain all, poking the peppers and watching the 1/2 sheet pan warp was a good time.  I wanted to drop the peppers directly into the ash, but was nervous.  It is amazing.  The oven was hovering around 600 degrees, but the tomatoes cooked slowly.  The peppers needed more time.  I should have left them in longer.  I will continue to work on it.  I cranked the oven up to 900 degress. It was pizza time and I was up to bat.  The first pie was a bit burned on the edges as I accidentally pushed it into a smoldering log.  Manu smiled big as I slid the pie onto the board in front of him.  He took a bite...slowly, very slowly he smiled.  "This is awesome mom.  Better than all of the regular oven pizzas.  I like the wood taste."  That was it.  Not another word as he was busy.  Manu is a tomato guy. We had tomato salad with some local heirlooms, those roasted tomatoes (which were so good, it should be a crime) and tomato pie.  He finished the night with a lemon meringue pie.  He does not like cake (weirdo).

All in all, the maiden voyage was a success.  I did burn the edges of two pies and completed busted up a third.  I tried to turn it into a calzone, but all was lost.  It is going to be a good fall....

It's the little things that matter.

I made pizza dough for the Super Bowl. We had some dough left over and after an extremely hectic day with work, soccer, basketball and one sick kid, I did not have time to cook dinner last night. I was in no mood for take out or a restaurant. I was tired and just wanted a glass of wine. John suggested the pizza. Minimal work, maximum pleasure. I gladly obliged. The pizza was delicious, if I do say so. I asked John to open a bottle of wine and what did he do? He opened our last bottle of Giovanni Almondo Roero. We have a case of 2009, but this is the last bottle of 2008. The 2008 is better than its younger sister. So delicious. I did not want to eat it with pizza. Even if it is homemade pizza. We have pizza wine. We have bottles Ca La Bionda Valpolicella for that. No matter. We had our pizza and our last bottle of 2008 Roero. The men at Moore Brothers always seem to find me the best fit for my tastes, but they cannot seem to magically find cases that are no longer available. WHY? Don't they know how much I love this wine? Ahhhh, life. If I could have an endless supply would it be as good? Probably. It is that good. I must just continue to try new wines to replace our favorite. We did have one that we liked even more. It was the same bottle, but 2007. Imagine that.

I have come to the conclusion that it is okay to drink expensive elusive wine with pizza. Worthy pizza. It was a delicious evening.

And in comes 2012...

It is hard to believe that 2012 is here. I can remember the whole Y2k debacle and I find it funny that time is flying. All those old people always preaching about how life just zooms by. As a young adult you just do not think of these things, nor do you care. Life is to be savored, not ticked off. Well, I guess I am getting old. 2012! I am reeling.

We have had a great year at Capo. I feel energized and hopeful as we approach our 10th anniversary. It's a year away, but it is a big deal. We have always tried to embrace the lifestyle, the feeling, the joy that is our business. Taking things slow and not always the easy way. We think it is worth it.

I want to focus on that. The path of exploration and challenge. Figuring out what works. It can be quite a journey. Capo has always been a place where I can take my time and test the waters. It is a lifestyle that makes us all happy here.

So....we want to share more of that with you. Not just the gelato, but the "una passagiatta". Our daily stroll each day. In Italy, Italians take a daily stroll to the gelateria. The ritual of walking, sometimes alone, sometimes arm in arm, sometimes with a gaggle to get your daily fix of gelato. Whether a cone or cup, no matter. It is the journey and the end.

Last night we had pizza for dinner. It has taken me 6 years to get the crust right. Home pizza is very different from pizzeria or restaurant pizza. The journey was awesome, if not frustrating and the end was truly rewarding.