I really did have good intentions, I swear. You’ll understand by the end of this post.
One thing I will never claim to be is a baker, and my friend, Viviana, can vouch for me. This past spring training I tried to be a baker, I really did. Here’s my problem: I try to make healthy muffins or healthy loafs, etc. and it NEVER works. I remember once making some muffins and they sat on the counter for days and days and days, quite possibly because they were nasty. There is no true substitute for butter, sugar or cream. EVOO will never really replace butter. Agave will never really replace sugar. And almond milk will never really replace whole milk. But hey, at least I can say I tried, failed maybe, but I tried.
That being said, I really want a bread machine; and that’s as far as I’m going to try to go with my baking. I went to buy one a few months ago but just could’t drop $150 on such an unnecessary desire (Christmas is right around the corner, right? Hint, Hint, Mom, Dad, Dustin? Anyone?).
Today I attempted to make my own pizza crust; one, because I’m not eating ANY processed foods right now (as my October challenge) and two I have yet to find a store bought crust that meets my standards. Continuing with my buckwheat love, of course, I made my pizza dough with buckwheat flour.
The recipe called for whole- wheat flour, which easily substitutes for buckwheat, so I did that, but then it also called for all-purpose flour. Did I mention that Iâm not a baker? Yeah, well I substituted whole-wheat flour for the all-purpose flour and here is as high as my dough rose.
None. Not at all. I added the yeast and everything. Apparently, I really did need that all-purpose flour. As always, I was trying to be too healthy with this one.
BUT! My dough still worked! I baked it even though it didn’t rise and viola! Buckwheat pizza crust!
Next, I sautéed some chicken. Added some onion, then garlic, next green bell peppers and for more flavor, some balsamic vinegar.
I threw some tomato sauce on my freshly baked dough…
Just because I’m eating pizza doesn’t mean I am not going to get my greens!
Lastly, I topped the pizza with some artichoke hearts and olives and baked it all together for a little longer.
After baking, I added cheese to Dustin’s side, none to mine, and there you have it, homemade pizza.
But wait, I have something else to admit. The pizza was HORRIBLE! Ha! Yet again, the baker in me let me down. However, the toppings were delicious so we just transferred them to some Ezekiel bread and continued dinner with our own little individual pizzas; MUCH more tasty and would have been easier too. So maybe buckwheat flour isn’t the best for pizza crust? Next time, Iâm seriously going to stick to whole-wheat.