pizza dinner and the case of the missing earing

I love pizza dinner nights - home made pizza night!  I think I've written about making pizza a couple times now.  Forgive me... it makes me happy.

Last Thursday I hurried home from work to start the pizza dough.  I use a recipe for calzones from the Moosewood Cookbook.  I use 1/2 a cup whole wheat flour for a more flavorful crust.  And I usually have to add in more flour 'cause it gets a bit sticky.  The dough rises in about an hour - great for a week night.  

I'm all about the hand-made aspect of this pizza.  Once the dough has risen I stretch it out on a cookie sheet.  I stretch and pull, attempting to mostly keep it an even thickness {not that this happens}.  Then I smoother the top in pesto sauce, doing the my best to keep the pesto off the cookie sheet.  Toppings for last week's pizza were as follows: black olives, artichoke hearts, mushrooms, and walnuts.  Gourmet!    

And now for a mini-mystery...  "The Case of the Missing Earring"

While the pizza cooked I turned to the sink.  I've really been trying to build good habits like cleaning up as I go.  Certainly makes post dinner clean up all the more easy.  I was contentedly washing the dishes, almost running on automatic, when I heard a little "dink".  The sound was so slight I wasn't even sure if I really heard anything thing.  It sounded as if something tiny had fallen into the sink.  I glanced down, looking for what ever it was that had fallen but didn't see anything.  Weird, I thought, convincing myself that I hadn't really heard anything.  

Then I felt it, well actually it was more of a lack of feeling - my right earring was gone.  I double checked with a soapy, wet hand.  Yep, it was gone.  But to where?  I looked and looked in the sink.  Moved utensils that were cluttering the sink - still no earring.  I scanned the ground - maybe it bounced off the edge of the sink and landed on the ground.  Nope.  I reached my hand into the garbage disposal.  I found lots of soggy pieces food, lots of them, but no earring.  So I looked everywhere again, but when it couldn't be found I reached back into the dark depths of the disposal.  

As my fingers worked blindly around the disposal I heard another small little sound.  I wiggled my fingers and heard it again.  I felt and felt, but nothing in there felt anything like an earring.  Finally, I felt the wire of the hook.  With great finger contortionist technique I twisted my hand around to pinch the earring with my fingers and pull it up.  Dripping with little bits of slimy food I triumphantly held it over my head.  Score one for Megan, nothing for the garbage disposal.  

{ok, I promise no more pizza posts}