I mentioned a while back that The Wife and I decided to use some Christmas money to strike one item from our long-term wish list: the KitchenAid mixer. So far we've used it a number of times, and it's just a wonderful, wonderful thing. It's totally worth the loss of a significant chunk of our counter space. (In this apartment, we don't have a lot of counter space.) Not only does the mixer allow us to avoid the sore-arm syndrome that comes with using a hand-held mixer for more than two or three minutes at a time, but it allows us to do more involved recipes that would be totally impractical with a hand-held. Case in point: pizza dough.
For a long time I've been wanting to make my own Chicago-style deep dish pizza. Two nights ago, with the help of the mixer, I got my wish. Here's how it all went down. I used this recipe, which I'll annotate with pictures.
First, there's the mixing of the ingredients to make a batter; then you add the remaining flour to turn the batter into a dough. If you've ever had the fortune (or misfortune, as the case may be) to work at Pizza Hut, this dough turns out to be slightly less sticky than Stuffed Crust dough, but it's pretty close to that.
The recipe says to put it on the counter to rise and cover with a large bowl, but since I don't have that much counter space, I put it in the bowl and covered it with a damp towel. Here's the dough before rising:
And here it is after doubling in bulk.
The fist there belongs to The Daughter, who was tickled at the concept of punching down the dough. Now you let it rise a second time, again to double in bulk. While the dough is rising, you have plenty of time to get the tomato mixture ready and do some other topping preparation. Here's Your Fearless Narrator, frying up some bulk Italian sausage for the pies:
(Hey, why don't chefs wear overalls? You get lots of pockets for holding thermometers and utensils and whatnot, they pretty much eliminate the need for an apron, and you can hang a towel off the hammer-loop. The stuff I think of....)
Finally, the dough is done with its second rising, which turns out to take less time than the first:
That red mixing bowl on the right contains my tomato mixture. The recipe calls for a large can of plum tomatoes, but I prefer smaller chunks, so I went with two 14-oz. cans of diced tomatoes, to which I added some garlic, basil, oregano, salt, and pepper.
We punch it down again, and then start putting it into the pans. These are regular nine-inch cake pans. You rub them with oil, dust them with cornmeal (the recipe doesn't call for this, but I did it anyway), and then plunk half the dough into each. Then you just use your fingers to "smoosh" it out, right up the edges of the pans, like so:
Here's one area I would do differently next time: I didn't smooth it out quite thin enough, especially in the corner where the bottom of the pan ends and the side begins. This resulted in quite a thickness of crust at that point of the final product. But hey, live and learn!
By this point, most of your work is done, as long as you've observed the cooking principle of mise en place. (This means having everything chopped, diced, sliced, and prepped before you get to the final assembly of whatever dish you're doing. Nothing sucks like having everything almost ready to go, and then realizing that you've forgotten to dice the onion or whatever.)
With Chicago-style deep dish pizza, your cheese goes in the bottom of the pie. You tile the slices, like so:
Here, too, an opportunity for improvement next time: I probably should have made my slices thinner, so I could use more of them for a better tiling effect. Not a huge thing, but one of those little touches that probably would have made the final product slightly more refined. That gets added to the memory bank for next time.
Anyhow, now is when we add the "toppings", even though with this pizza they're more properly thought of as "fillings":
On the left we have pepperoni and Italian sausage; on the right we have Italian sausage, mushrooms, and onions. Now's the time to pour the tomato mixture on top:
When this is done, you may think with alarm that you don't have enough tomato mixture. Don't worry about it. It'll smooth out in the baking process. Now we simply sprinkle fresh Parmesan cheese over the top, drizzle a bit of olive oil over each pie, and we're ready for baking!
Deep dish pizza takes quite a while to cook. I baked them for about forty minutes, side by side, in a 450-degree oven. And after you bake them, it's essential that you let them rest outside of the oven for at least ten minutes before slicing. Once a deep-dish pizza attains the proper temperature in the middle (180 degrees), it will hold that temperature for quite some time. You want it to cool a bit so that the liquids resolidify a bit.
I also had a problem with grease running off the top of the pies, and onto the rack below. This filled the apartment with smoke, so on a very cold night, we had to open the patio door and some windows. You can probably alleviate this by putting some water in a cookie sheet and putting it on the rack below, but I didn't try this, and I'm a little concerned about how any resulting steam would affect the pizza.
But anyhow, once the smoke cleared, we had a wonderful final product. Behold:
As I said above, the crust was a bit too thick at the corner edges. Also, I'm considering next time substituting melted butter for the olive oil in the dough recipe, in hopes of a flakier texture. This is my usual practice with new recipes: I do it exactly the way the book says to do it, but when I make it a second time, that's when I start tinkering with it.
The proof, though, was in the eating, and all pronounced it delicious. So there you have it: I can make my own Chicago-style deep dish pizza. How awesome is that!
(And no, it is not a casserole. Anyone who says it is can bite me. It's a pie, not a casserole. No disagreement with me is possible on this point.)