Kaimusailing

The weather has been chilly and I was afraid my pizza dough wouldn’t rise. The communal kitchen was nasty, the kids in the boatyard were playing in the outdoor sink that the workmen use to wash up. They were making mud pies. They not only stopped that sink up, they affected the kitchen sink. The effluent from the workman's sink was backing up into the kitchen sink. I bailed 15 gallons of water out of the sink and used a clean 5 gallon bucket to catch my wash water as I cleaned up my pizza utensils.
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Once again I combined warm water, honey, yeast, and 3 cups of flour, making sure that all the flour was in contact with moisture. Then I went out to get my toppings and some wine for the pizza chef.
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When I got back I oiled 4 pizza pans and 4 small bowls, the prep knife, and my hands. I added 2 more cups of flour to the dough and dove into it, kneading it manually until it was homogeneous. I took a break for a while, then prepped sweet red pepper, onion, mushrooms, and mozzarella. The cutting board and 4 bowls of prepped toppings as well as some pepperoni were marched from the communal kitchen to the Breezeway. A second trip brought the 4 bowls of dough on the 4 oiled trays. I also had a shopping bag of spices and a small tupperware of crushed tomato. That would not be enough, I made the last trip by bicycle bringing an opened can of crushed tomatoes up to the Breezeway. Earlier I had dropped off a box of burgundy. I already had clear plastic cups that were meant for epoxy work, but worked well for consuming wine.
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The outer door of the Breezeway was shut to keep out the howling wind, at about 15 knots. The temperature was just under 60 degrees and falling. I started the oven a half hour earlier than usual to warm up the place. I poured a glass of wine and took a break. Then a certain black dog came sniffing around, it was Eloisa’s Blue, and then she appeared, thanked me for some wine, drank it, and disappeared to the communal shower. The usual customers “forgot” it was pizza night, but it was the wind chill that kept them away. Henrick showed up and said Mariola had hurt her back.
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I began with a margarita pizza with fresh basil put on the pie for just the last 5 minutes of the bake. It came out with a subtle taste that I hadn’t been able to achieve before. Next I made a pie with all the veggies on it, sweet red pepper, onion, and mushrooms. Then the renter of the Breezeway came by and I know he likes pepperoni, so I made a pepperoni and onion pie with the fresh basil placed right on the dough with crushed tomatoes drizzled over it. Then the pepperoni and onion were put on top, then the mozzarella on top of it all. We now had 3 pies made and only 4 people to consume them.
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I still had one more pie to go and it got all the rest of the toppings. You could feel that it was the heaviest pie. I baked it extra long to make sure it was cooked through and through.
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We were huddled near the 1000 degree oven, careful now. Finally it was time to go. There was plenty of pie left over for breakfasts. Before I left I tried out the new phone taking a night picture. It worked well, but it is sensitive to any movement, it senses that it needs a longer exposure and any movement of the phone will blur the photo.