I made my hand-made pizza for the first time in my life, it～was～so～fun!!!
The Italians were CRAZY (in a good sense)! They could make ANYTHING as long as they had ingredients. They made risotto, tiramisu, salad, PIZZA (and much more delicious food) in just 2 weeks when I stayed with them in Luxembourg.
They said their grandmothers were even superwomener than them.
‘Grandmas can make EVERYTHING,’ they said. ‘They can even make spaghetti with a spaghetti-making machine at HOME,’
Except ‘woooooowwww,’ I didn’t know what to say…
They said they want to eat pizza that day. I thought pizza were come with delivery or frozen pizza just like in Hong Kong but I had never thought they mean ‘We are going to make our own pizza from FLOUR and eat them’.
They put water in flour first. Then gave a gentle rub on the paste and turn it into a pizza form. Then put on one’s favorite ingredients (actually we only had tomatoes and cheeses) and put it into the oven. And FNISHED!
It seemed easy but technique were needed when rubbing the pizza paste. I totally forgot how I have rubbed a pizza paste (Probably Giada help me a lot) because I was too excited and I was ‘wooowww’ all the time when I was rubbing the pizza paste.
As for the taste, it was so delicious that the cheese melt and became a long-tail cheese. And I forgot the taste of that pizza because I was too excited with ‘woooowwwwwwww’ I just remembered I got a chance to make my own pizza, YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ：））））
Please don’t assume we had lots of delicious and fresh food because we were working on farm. It’s the truth that we had to sowing/watering/harvesting all kinds of farm products but food was NEVER ENOUGH on our table. We always worked on farms with a stomach half-full.
Our food was given by the farm master Thessy. We can only have the ugly-looking veges, germinated potatoes, rotten fruits…they were not fresh and never enough.
Thessy would go to the supermarket and buy bread, noodles…etc and gave the food to us. But she was too busy to go to the supermarket even we didn’t have any food leave. We were literately have to ‘eat our own fingers’.
It was not possible for us to buy food even if we are willing to spend our own money. The nearest supermarket is an hour walk. We couldn’t carry all the heavy food on foot for an hour even if we could walk to the supermarket…
Thessy’s little son would come to visit us on the farm. He won’t help and he just having fun on farm.
One time he introduced his family’s frozen truck to us. Those beautiful apples, pears, pumpkins, potatoes… were all stored in the frozen truck. We all acted professionally and keep praising how cool the frozen truck was and how beautiful the fruits were.
The little prince was so pleased of our praising and he rewarded us with an apple for every slave. Slaves like us thanks the mercy of the little prince immediately and he was very satisfied and went home with his tail up high.
I gradually understood the feeling of a slave. Hunger was never a competitor of dignity.
But the apple was so sweet and fresh…