Cooking Pizza From Scratch

has always been a dream of mine *shout out to Alec and Angela*. I remember always buying frozen, pre-made pizzas and thinking, I should just cook my own pizza, how hard could it be? So when in Rome, I mean Ukraine, I thought it would be the best time to check that off my bucket list, and maybe even make a habit out of it. I went to the bazaar, a street market that sells fresh food, and bartered for all the ingredients I needed, in Russian. I was so exhausted from the bazaar, I waited on cooking the pizza and made something easier for dinner. But the next day, I made plans to help with English Club in Lugansk and spent the weekend with Amy, a fellow Peace Corps volunteer. So, Monday came around and I was finally ready to cook my pizza! First, I baked the dough, trying to make it similar to a thin crust. Then, I prepared the eggplant, tomatoes, onion, sauce, and cheese, which took forever! Finally, I tried out my oven for the first time. Hours went by and as I stood sweating in front of my ghetto oven and checking how it was cooking because it doesn't tell me its temperature, I felt like a proud parent when my baby came out looking amazing! I cut myself a piece, took a bite and... eh. I realized I bought the wrong cheese, forgot to add sugar, and made the dough too thin BUT I was still proud of myself. Unfortunately, that night (and this morning) I got very sick, undoubtedly from my pizza because it was the only thing I ate all day. Even though I probably waited too long to make it and maybe some of the ingredients went bad, I learned not to make the same mistakes for next time. I'll get better at this whole cooking-from-scratch thing or die trying ;) kidding! While in Lugansk however, I DID find gummy bears ($$$$ = special treat kind of purchase) who happen to be calling my name right now... they tell me everything will be ok, right before I chew their little heads off hehe.

Also, still cleaning the apartment. Pictures soon though!