Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Carmageddon & The Asian Turducken Pizza
Tyler replied that we could go that day if I wanted to, but he also hinted that there would be a pizza party coming soon. A few days later I received the invitation: a Carmageddon Pizza Party. Now, I loathe the term Carmageddon with an intensity that I reserve for very few things in life. But I have to say, used in conjunction with another amazing pizza night, I didn't mind it.
Last time we (Tyler, his brother Zach and I) came up with the idea for two new pizzas: Pastrami Pizza and Carne Asada Pizza. Last Monday, Zach sent me a text that he wanted to do a carnitas pizza but Tyler was already claiming an al pastor pizza. So we put our heads together. The exchange went something like this:
Me: We make a beer-can chicken with an alcohol sauce?
Zach: How about a turducken pizza? We wouldn't have to make one, just use all three meats on one pizza.
Me: Can we do it with an Asian flair? I'm not saying we make orange chicken and dump it on the pizza, just something a little Chinese-spiced.
So the idea was formed and after a few more texts we had a basic plan. Zach picked up half of a smoked duck and some Chinese barbecued chicken from a Chinese restaurant he likes, and I got some turkey meatballs from Trader Joe's, the thinking being that even if we failed miserably, we could still salvage the meatballs for another pie.
Saturday afternoon, I headed over to Tyler's house. It took me twenty minutes to get from Pasadena to Culver City. So much for "Carmageddon." (At one point Tyler asked if anyone had encountered traffic. Out of perhaps 25 people who heard that question, the only people who answered yes were the couple who got caught in a bit of traffic going to the Coliseum for the Real Madrid-Galaxy game.)
"We have Hite," he said. "That is Asian."
When we felt the time was right, we began to assemble our Asian Turducken Pizza. I'm not going to lie: we weren't 100% confident we could pull it off. It did not help that almost everyone whom we told what we were making responded by laughing... or telling us flat-out that it sounded bad.
Zach made an oyster-and-chili sauce as the base and spread it on the dough.
It was fantastic. Everyone loved it. I never would have imagined that it could turn out as well as it did. Immediately people were requesting that we make another one. The spicy sauce was offset by the cheese and the meats all worked quite well together.
I've written about these pizza parties before, so I won't go into great detail about the rest of the pizzas, but I will share some pics:
"Thanks," he said, "I've been paying more attention to these pizzas than I do in surgery."
"What kind of surgery do you practice?" someone asked him.
I'm kinda wishing I hadn't overheard that. But since I did, I wanted to share it with you.
Posted by JustinM at 1:25 PM