Two decades ago this month my friend Matt posted five predictions about the future of the world. I’ve revisited these predictions
twice since: ten years later and twenty years later, and “scored” his predictions both times.
I love that the Web’s memory (and the persistence of URLs) makes this kind of long-term conversation possible.
This week I’m at Three Rings‘ annual “3Camp” event. Owing to Some Plot, we had a gap in the cooking rota, and, seeing that there was a pizza
oven in the back garden, I figured… I can make a couple of dozen pizzas to feed everyone, right?
There was no mixing bowl large enough to accommodate the 4.5kg of flour so I just dumped it onto a surface, added some salt and sugar, made a well in the middle, and introduced my oil,
water and rehydrated yeast right into the middle of it.
Minus a few minor spills, it broadly worked as a technique.
We weren’t able to find the woodpile at the house we’re staying at, so I eventually had to seek a volunteer to go and forage to B&Q to buy a couple of sacks of wood. I
can’t wait to hear our treasurer’s response to this unusual expenses claim!
After an initial rise I knocked-back the dough and separated it into balls, and got started on building the fire.
I own a small, portable Ooni pizza oven that’s fired by woodchips, and I find it pretty challenging to use. It eats fuel pretty quickly and loses
heat through its thin walls just as fast, and so it’s hard to maintain a consistent temperature while simultaneously maintaining the supply of wood and cooking pizza.
This brick-built oven, though, was a different kind of beast.
Compared to my small metal oven, this brick oven took a lot longer – on the region of an hour – to get up to temperature… but once hot, it maintained the heat much
better.
I set up a prep station nearby and had Three Rings volunteers “build their own” pizzas: stretching or rolling the dough, adding sauce and cheese and other toppings, etc. And then I
rotated them through the oven, up to two at a time.
My arms were already tired from the workout of hand-kneading the enormous pile of dough, and it was hot and tiring work to keep making, moving, and turning pizzas… but it was also…
amazingly fun.
Lookin’ hot, there. (The oven, that is.)
As the pizzas started to come out, Three Rings volunteers did too, gathering around the fire pit and in the covered dining areas of the garden, glasses in hand, to enjoy freshly-baked
hot slices of crispy pizza, while they talked about volunteering, history, the future, and a diversity of other random topics beside (space travel, politics, music, teaching…).
Awesome.
Ruth took this photo to show me that I had a floury handprint on my butt. She claims she’s not responsible for it, but I’m not so sure.
So yeah… now I really want to build a brick pizza oven of my very own.
Obviously I’ve got other priorities right now (like having somewhere to live following the house-wrecking flood), but maybe that’s something I
could look at in a future year.
The first pizza out of the oven was probably the ugliest, but it was also the one I remembered to photograph.
3Camp remains an annual tradition that I love dearly: the camaraderie, the doing-good-in-the-world, the opportunity to work alongside so many kind and talented volunteers, the chance to
play with exciting technology, and whole experience… but the pizzas on the penultimate evening have got to go down as a special highlight this year.