Hopefully Homemade
“Making pizza?” The kid working the supermarket scanner asked perkily. A fair question, given the only two items between us on the belt were “00” pizza flour and yeast. “Yeah. Hopefully,” I said, probably an octave or so below full perky. “Hopefully? Why hopefully?” she asked. Again, a fair question. I wasn’t buying 15 “Filthy, Rotten Rich for Life!” scratch offs or a get-well card wishing somone’s Labradoodle a speedy recovery. You either make pizza or you don’t, right? It’s not like praying a novena. Well, maybe not for you or the kid at the supermarket’s mom. “I’ll see how it comes out. Then decide if its ‘pizza’ or not.” For years when kneading botched wads of pseudo dough, I was haunted by this Saturday Night Live spoof commercial in which Kristen Wiig serves her…