Come to think about it, I DO have a slow cooker.
My sister-in-law, who will take 12 hours just prepping a hamburger.
We had a big family pizza cook-off one year - I like to make pizza, as does my brother, and a niece-in-law was a manager at an upscale-ish pizza chain here and had just come out of something like six months of pizza school, so she wanted in on it.
Everything was fine, but with her…she has a fondness for the wildwood weed, so to speak, so everything she did was at a snail’s pace.
We both started out shaping out dough balls into pizza bases, and I’m not particularly fast, but I had mine shaped and stretched in a few minutes.
Looked over her way, and she looked like a little girl lazily picking flowers in the meadow - she’d shape a little, then look around and something else would catch her eye and she’d stop for several seconds, then she’d stretch it a little, and reach down to give the dog a piece of cheese.
Topping it was the same. She’d have a handful of pepperoni slices…she’d put one down, look around absentmindedly while nibbling on a piece of pepperoni, then she’d get back around to putting down one more slice…then she’d look at mine and say, “Woooooow, Taste, your pizza looks so…what’s the word I’m looking for?…oh, yeah…gooooooood!” then down with another slice of pepperoni…
Pizzas took about nine minutes in the two ovens we had, and both mine and my brothers’ were done and sliced up to eat while she was still building hers.
She was, at one point, putting single shreds of cheese on the top - cheesing a 14-inch pizza literally one shred at a time, and just wistfully smiling and saying how much fun everything was…
