Pizza -sort of

Alright, this is the second time I've tried a mix from this company that has turned into paste, not dough. I wonder what I'm doing wrong?
I made blueberry pie for Father's day, and instead of rolling out the pastry dough, it was so sticky that I had to sort of mash little chunks into the pie plate until it was all covered. It came out too thick, and even though we ate some, I don't think I'll be going that route again.

Tonight we tried the pizza/ french bread mix. I let in rise in the oven, following my neighbor's instructions of lots of pans of water and low heat. It is super hard to get anything to rise in my house at all, and I was pleased how well this worked. But when I took it out to put on the pan, it was all sticky again. I managed to mush out slightly larger discs, and pat them down, by covering my hands in rice flower. I put olive oil on the pan and Borsari seasoning on the prepared dough, whch was bland, bland, bland.
I used the Cabernet marinara my son likes on his pasta, made by Muir Glen. I use them because they're one of the very few companies I've found who have an organic sauce with no soybean oil. Then I only had Mexican mix shredded cheese, and no mozzarella in the house, so I added Parmesan to the cheese to Italian it up.

We were all starved, so we ate most of it, but again, the dough was just too thick. Thank goodness a good sauce and tons of cheese can cover for a dough fail.

I'll keep looking for a GF dough that feels like dough. My favorite part of making pizza with the kids is kneading, and there's none of that with this kind.

Not just beets

I love beets.

I love the way they feel, heavy and dull in my hands. Their dirty skin, all lumpy and coarse and hairy. I especially love how my hands stain when I peel them after they've roasted.

Beet-stained hands make my think of my mother-in-law, and the ease with which she cooks everything so well. I think before her, I hadn't ever eaten beets that weren't from a can, and I'd had no idea how good they could be. On top of just the cooking, her hands are always busy. Preparing food, working with the children, moving the family business forward, creating amazing works of art, and generally keeping everything flowing smoothly in her life and everyone else's around her.

I remember when I first started to ask her about food, she'd start her descriptions with, "Oh, it's so easy!" Then she'd rattle off the recipe, from memory, complete with quantities and cooking times and temps and variations. I'd get lost after the second step and grab a pen. Then I'd ask her to repeat it very slowly so I could write it down. Then I'd still have to call her when I was in the middle of things and get clarifications about what certain terms meant, like braising, or what a rolling boil actually meant.

A few years ago, I had a friend ask me about something I was cooking, and I started off by saying, "Oh, it's so easy!". Then I rattled off a fifteen-step recipe while my friend's eyes glazed over. That moment, I understood something about cooking, and maybe even more than that. You just have to do the thing you need to do. Eventually, everything will just be so easy if you do it long enough.

Without my mother-in-law, I wouldn't even know how much I liked beets. Or parsnips, or lamb, or whatever that magic salad dressing is that she makes. I'm grateful for what she's taught her son, what she's taught my son and daughter, and what she's taught me.