If it takes a calendar reminder to get me to finally try out Detroit-style pizza, then it's confirming the reason for the date notation: Sunday June 23rd was National Detroit-Style Pizza Day.
I have been wanting to try this out for quite sometime—one recipe was long ago marked in a 2017 issue of Cook's Country—but the undertaking finally occurred because I'm playing along with these popular-on-social-media gimmicks like this. So: super-duper pizza on a sultry partly-sunny Sunday. The Roediger House is a good time of just that sort.
I'll go ahead and state the obvious: I'm working from a backlog of posts at the moment, a dilemma I run into from time to time. It's because the blog is how I remember and record, especially to check myself on frequency, rarity, inaugural appearance, or over-reliance on some recipes, but also so that I can look back to find recipes I want to repeat. It's an easy reference for various house or area events, too: a mention in the blog can be found quickly with the search feature. This particular entry is posting on July 1st but it refers to things from Sunday, June 23, when we were in a long dry heatwave. Here at the house that morning, our external temp read 77°F before 6 am (downtowns hold onto their heat!), while officially it was still a balmy 75°F. All these food and dessert entries may help make understandable why that had been a week of wild weight swings, too.
Interesting how on other weeks I'm remarkably steady with the morning weigh-ins.
I mention these because I'm just past the six-year mark since I took action after my doctor gave me a fat-shaming talk, and I remain glad and fortunate and determined and lucky that maintenance has been a remarkably do-able undertaking, in spite of how much I love cooking and entertaining and especially desserts. Also: before anyone comes at me about weighing every day: the admonition NOT to do that generally applies to the weight-loss process itself, doesn't it? To keep people from being discouraged and to better represent the larger (smaller?) trend? That's why they say weigh weekly or somesuch. Part of my maintenance discipline is that the morning weigh-in gives me permission, or it restricts me, on what I might make or do or eat that day. Can I have a grand dessert? Is this a day for a longer walk? Should I change the dinner menu? Is there room for a rare beer? The tight window within which I've stayed for six years gives me confidence that this might just be the okay way for Ray.
"King Arthur's Detroit-Style Pizza," from King Arthur Baking and inspired by SeriousEats.com. See also the accompanying blog post, "A Pair of Pan Pizza Recipes," by PJ Hamel. [Published 18 June 2019]
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