My father's culinary party trick was a Keen's meat and cabbage curry and my father-in-law's was gravy made with the burnt residues of the roasting dish or frypan. My eldest son's is calamari, and we're waiting for a rendition at home, my youngest daughter's is cup cakes, my wife's this week just past was an orange cake (she made two), and mine is pizza. Mine used to be scones and chocolate cake, for which I won prestigious championships, but I've moved to pizza, and as I explain in The Herald today (Monday), not just ordinary pizza.
Ordinary pizza is American pizza, thick base drowned in toppings and cheese, and it is very ordinary. My speciality is Italian pizza, thin hand-made base, sparse toppings, little or no cheese, and cooked on the highest heat possible. I make them at home on a pizza stone in the oven although they can be made successfully on a baking tray. In my column I give a step-by-step account of how to go about having magnificent Italian pizza for dinner tonight, starting with flour, yeast and water and ending with a glass of red wine, and I'd be delighted if you gave it a go and reported back.
Alternatively, or as preparation, I suggest a jaunt with a map and a water bottle to Wangi to the Vita Pizza Bar and Restaurant (4975 4588), which served me last week one of the few genuinely Italian pizzas I've had in Australia and, I think, the best anywhere. It is so wonderfully different from the usual pap that it is worth the trip.
But back to the best efforts of ordinary folk, most of whom, I think, have a culinary party trick. How about sharing yours.