You know us northerners and our seasonal affective disorder, right?
I officially have a variant of that: Wood-Fired Oven Deprivation Disorder, WFODD. It's bad, and the free container of fresh mozz I got for patronizing the olive bar at my local grocery store today has drastically exacerbated my symptoms.
I haven't fired my oven since the Thanksgiving turkey event and I haven't made pizzas for even longer than that. I'm in a bad, bad way and suffering withdrawal due to lack of fire-play and wood smoke sniffery.
Guess I have to suck it up and get out to the patio with my snow shovel and blaze a trail to the oven.
It's tough to be an addict.
I officially have a variant of that: Wood-Fired Oven Deprivation Disorder, WFODD. It's bad, and the free container of fresh mozz I got for patronizing the olive bar at my local grocery store today has drastically exacerbated my symptoms.
I haven't fired my oven since the Thanksgiving turkey event and I haven't made pizzas for even longer than that. I'm in a bad, bad way and suffering withdrawal due to lack of fire-play and wood smoke sniffery.
Guess I have to suck it up and get out to the patio with my snow shovel and blaze a trail to the oven.
It's tough to be an addict.
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