I recently got married (I had to drop this major life event into a post eventually) and an extremely generous gift-giving-group made up of an aunty, an uncle and cousins gave us a kitchen aid mixer. For the last few weeks I’ve told anyone who will listen: “I got a kitchen aid mixer!” followed by “I mean we got a kitchen aid mixer”.
I’ve made brioche, hot cross buns and pizza dough. No more kneading dough in my household, I just sit on the kitchen bench, lean back with my arms folded and watch my (I mean our) beautiful new appliance with her shiny dough-hook-attachment in action. I love her; she is cinnamon with a hint of sparkle and she is perfect – I may even give her a name.
She’s whipped up the lightest, fluffiest meringue and mixed the perfect cupcake batter; her potential is beyond my imagination.
Luke doesn’t get it yet but he will – it may be when he next jumps on the scales and sees the effects of my recent increased output of baked goods.
This recipe is a recreation from something I regularly eat at a local Auckland market. This breakfast pizza with a strong coffee or fresh juice is the perfect Sunday morning breakfast when you are feeling a little slow or tired.
For the pizza base, make up Lauren’s BBQ flat bread recipe.
