The first week we arrived at site, our host mom asked if we could teach her how to make pizza. "Sure!" Her next question was whether she should go out and buy ketchup and hotdogs for the pizza.... (NOOOOO!!!!) "Uh, don't worry about the ingredients, we'll take care of it."
Fyi, the word pizza here is a rather subjective term. Anything on a flat piece of bread/tortilla with something red, aka ketchup, and some type of cut up meat (don't forget the baloney!) is considered pizza.
Anyway, it's the last weekend living with our host family, and we thought we'd do a little something for them, since they have been so generous with their home, etc... So, Jacob and I bought all the ingredients yesterday and prepared all the veggies last night.
This morning, I showed our host mom how to make the dough, and we let it rise for two hours while the horno (outdoor oven) was heating up with a dozen or so pieces of pine/firewood. We basically went step by step through the pizza making process, adding the sauce and veggies (then hiding them beneath the cheese so the kids couldn't tell) and the meat and cheese. We had to make a few substitutions: the meat was a mixture of hamburger and chorizo, because it just isn't a meal without chorizo here. Also, there's no such thing as mozzarella here, so we used quesillo, the closest Honduran cheese we could find. Quesillo has a bit of a stronger flavor, but it still worked and is local.
The Honduran version of an oven (made of brick and clay) is actually quite similar to a brick oven seen in pizza shops, so the pizza came out great and crispy. Everybody seemed to enjoy it, and it was quite nice to have something other than eggs and beans for lunch! Pictures below!
Host mom and brother
The largest cutting board ever
Pizzas ready!
Into the horno
Nom, nom, nom!
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