How to Make Homemade Pizza? A Hilariously Cheesy Guide

How to Make Homemade Pizza

Are you tired of the greasy, cardboard-flavored travesty that passes for pizza at your local fast-food joint? Do you long for a dining experience that’s at least one step above “I guess it’s edible”? Well, today’s your lucky day, my friend. I’m about to impart ancient wisdom to your culinarily deprived soul — the sacred art of making homemade pizza.

First and foremost, make sure your kitchen isn’t a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Find that tiny spot on the counter not covered in weeks-old dishes. If your kitchen is clean already, congratulations, Martha Stewart. How wonderful it must be to have your life together.

Now, let’s talk dough. This is pizza’s backbone. It’s like the screenplay of a movie: a good one will carry even the worst actors; a bad one will sink the Titanic. To make this, you’ll need flour, yeast, water, salt, sugar, and olive oil. “But wait!” I hear you cry. “I don’t have yeast!” Fear not, you can use baking powder. “I don’t have that either!” Then you, my friend, are making a cracker, not a pizza. Enjoy.

In a large bowl, combine 2 ¼ teaspoons of yeast with 1 ⅓ cups of warm water. Not hot water — we’re trying to awaken the yeast, not cook it a spa day. Add a pinch of sugar to give the yeast a little pep in its step. Let it sit until the yeast is frothy, about 10 minutes. Now, add 3 ½ cups of flour, 2 tablespoons of olive oil, and 1 teaspoon of salt. Mix it like a DJ spinning records at a disco, and then knead it until it’s as smooth as a baby’s bottom. If your arms aren’t burning like you’ve just done a triathlon, you’re not doing it right. Let the dough sit and rise for an hour, or until it’s doubled in size, like your laundry pile.

While the dough is rising, think about your sauce. If you’re lazy and uncultured, you could just open a jar of store-bought sauce. However, for the sophisticated pizza artisans among us, let’s make our sauce. Sauté minced garlic in olive oil. Add crushed tomatoes, salt, pepper, and oregano. Add a splash of red wine if you’re feeling fancy or just need an excuse to drink the rest of the bottle. Simmer for 30 minutes, while singing Italian opera for authenticity.

Now comes the part where your wallet will cry for mercy — the toppings. Mozzarella cheese is a must unless you’re a heretic. For those who like to live dangerously, venture beyond the land of mozzarella. Consider blue cheese, gouda, or smoked cheddar. Whatever you choose, shred it like a heavy metal guitar solo.

Now, let’s discuss the great controversy of our time: pineapple. If you’re a person of culture and sophistication, you know that pineapple has as much business being on a pizza as ketchup has being in a fine wine. However, I acknowledge the diversity of our world. If pineapple on pizza makes your soul sing, who am I to stop you?

Once you have gathered the ingredients for your culinary magnum opus, preheat your oven to 475°F (245°C). If your oven hasn’t been used since the last Ice Age, now’s the time to scrape off the ancient remnants of meals past.

Roll out your dough. Don’t have a rolling pin? A wine bottle works. Don’t have a wine bottle? I question your life choices. Place the dough on a pizza stone or a baking sheet, depending on how committed you are to this project. No pizza stone? A baking sheet will do. No baking sheet? Well, time to rethink your kitchen investments.

Spread the sauce you masterfully created (or shamelessly bought) onto your magnificent canvas of dough. Now, liberally shower the mozzarella like you’re making it rain in a cheesy club. Artistically arrange your chosen toppings. If you’re using pineapple, consider donning sunglasses to shield your eyes from the blinding controversy.

Before you pop this masterpiece into the oven, take a moment to reflect on the journey. The sweat, possibly tears, and hopefully not blood that has gone into creating this divine disk of delight. This is your Sistine Chapel ceiling. Michelangelo ain’t got nothin’ on you.

Now, shove that bad boy into the oven and bake it for about 10–12 minutes. Don’t even think about wandering too far off. This is no time for your casual 5-hour Netflix binge. Keep an eye on your pie.

Ding! It’s done. As you open the oven, brace yourself for the wave of aromas that will smack you in the face like a bag of flavor bricks. Behold the melted cheese, the slightly crisped crust, and the toppings that have been forged in the fires of your probably-should-be-cleaned-more-often oven.

Grab a pizza cutter or an oversized knife. Heck, use a katana if you must. Whatever makes you feel powerful. Cut your pizza into slices. Eight slices are traditional, but if you’re feeling rebellious, go for a prime number like seven. Show that pizza who’s boss.

Serve it up on plates or straight from the pan, we aren’t picky here. Don’t forget to take a picture of your creation for Instagram, with a caption like “#MasterChef,” even though we both know this is the first thing you’ve cooked in months.

Take that first bite. Let the flavors dance upon your tongue. Pretend you’re a judge on a cooking show and nod knowingly, like you understand the complex flavor profile and the subtle hints of oregano.

If it tastes like a slice of heaven, congratulations! You are now an official member of the “I Made a Pizza and Didn’t Burn Down the Kitchen” club. If it doesn’t, well, there’s always the questionable pizza joint around the corner.

So, this is the epic saga of making homemade pizza. You are now a changed person. You’ve laughed, you’ve cried, you’ve created something that vaguely resembles pizza. And for that, my friend, I salute you. May your future be filled with many more culinary adventures, or at least fewer cardboard-flavored travesties.