The weekend before last I hosted a book party. I planned my menu mostly with leftovers in mind. A friend took me to Costco and I bought a big piece of Manchego, a big piece of Stilton, and a big bucket of herb-marinated Bocconcini. The party went off beautifully and the remains of the Manchego and Stilton went into a macaroni and cheese. But I still had a little more of each, and also some of the Bocconcini, so a few nights ago I made a pizza tre formaggio. The result was the most beautiful pizza I've ever made. I was feeling very pleased with myself for having videotaped the event. But when I connected the card from my camera to my computer and looked for the video clips, they were gone. Nowhere. Poof. Niente. Did I hallucinate the chewy lustre of the manchego? The woodsy undertones of the Stilton? The creamy pools of Bocconcini? The crispiness of the crust almost fried in the oil released from the cheeses? I don't believe in trying to recapture lost moments once they are passed, so I guess you'll just have to take my word for it! But last night, under the watchful gaze of Gabriel Porras, I did capture some images of my standard white pizza.
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