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Originally Posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy
Back when we first built our house, I decided to have a little Bar-B-Q to celebrate. Being a rural boy from the styx, I, of course, dug my own Bar-B-Q pit, a nice sort of 6 foot by two foot hole in the ground surrounded by concrete block with the wood piled high and then burned down into coals. It was a think of beauty, and I laid out our oven racks on top for grilling up some birds.
First question from all the neighbors: is that permanent?
But, really, I may get that pizza oven for my wife for mothers day. I've gone native.
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As far as those things go, that is a very sleek design. If you're going to do it, that looks like one of the best ways.
But one thing I don't get about those ovens is, the pizza seems dry. I like greasy pizza. Big slices, cheese and oil dripping off the sides. The pizza oven stuff seems dehydrated to me. It's not bad. Just missing that greasy pizza-joint flavor.
ETA: This reminded me of one more maddening thing about the suburbs: Food wasting.
Every party must involve twenty different dishes, many brought by guests. All portions are huge (the shrimp tray has it own zip code, and the crudite eats up half the kitchen island). And nobody eats any of it (I believe, paralyzed by the paradox of choice: "I'd like a donut hole. But I can't decide which coconut variant of the 17 offered is the best choice, and I don't want to look like a neophyte. Maybe I'll just take a bite of one of the fourteen plates of Humboldt Fog. But... which one is the best?")
Because every children's party needs to have 740 crab claws. And a 1/1000th size Mayan pyramid of melon balls. Like edible assortments? Well, there's one in every room. Nothing like a houseful of kids running around on cream carpeting with massive genetically engineered franken-strawberries covered in chocolate.
And we haven't even ordered the 37 pizzas for the kids yet!
Would you like a craft beer? You look like a craft beer kind of guy. There's a metal bathtub in the gazebo filled with a six pack of each of the 48 varieties of Sam Adams... and something called Landshark. Looked like fun! Drink up. The wife and I are wine drinkers. We're just going to throw away what's left... Or at least what'll fit in the front-end loader we use to clean up after these things!
