For a very long time, I had a recipe for sourdough pizza by Gemma Stafford of Bigger Bolder Baking. I wanted to try for Sunday Breakfast.

Sourdough pizza needs at least 24 hours of proving time. Hence, I started my mise-en-place on Saturday afternoon. I made the dough, pizza sauce, sauteed the vegetables in the afternoon. As in afternoons, the house is quiet and the kitchen is empty. I had not informed anyone about my plan to make the pizza for Sunday morning.

Usually, on Sunday our maid (helper) does not take a holiday and comes early to help my mother in making breakfast. Since it was a Sunday, my mother had woken up a little late than usual. She thought the maid would be on time and they can both finish making breakfast in time. But, my mum got to know that the maid was going to be late as well. Panicked, my mom started preparing for breakfast in a hurry.

The kitchen in my house is in two sections. One where my mother works. The other where I have my small home-bakery setup. I got up to see my mother rushing from one end of the kitchen to the other. The gas stove was running on full flame, water boiling for morning tea, chopping board out etc.

I glanced at the whole scenario and went towards my side of the kitchen to prepare the pizza. Not once did my mother ask for my help as she was busy running around on her own. Since I was trying out a new recipe, I did not want to promise my family a perfect pizza. I was making the pizza, humming songs to myself as if nothing had happened.

The timer on the oven went off and the house smelled of fresh-baked pizza. I put the pizza on the serving board and placed it on the dining table. My mother, shocked and surprised, said, "Couldn't you see me running like a maniac? Couldn't you tell me you were preparing this?"

Without replying, I made her sit on the dining chair, cut a slice of the pizza and served her. She ate the slice, then two slices and then the entire pizza...in silence with a smile on her face.

I wished her, "Happy Sunday" and then continued preparing the pizza for the entire family. By the way, the family also at first weren't too happy with the idea of having pizza for breakfast. But, in the end, there wasn't a single crumb of that sourdough pizza left.

Whoever said you can't have pizza for breakfast, right? That was my Sunday Sourdough Story.