[ALL RIGHT. EGG YOLKS. MILK. FLOUR. SALT. VANILLA. BAKING POWDER. SUGAR.]
[AND THEN WE'RE JUST GONNA FLATTEN IT OUT A LITTLE BIT. 400 DEGREES. 15, 20 MINUTES? YEP. GOT IT. NEXT UP... OUR HOUSE RED SAUCE. START OFF WITH SOME FRESH-GROUND CALIFORNIA TOMATOES.]
[TOMATO PUREE. SALT. DRIED BASIL. DRIED OREGANO. GRANULATED GARLIC. A LITTLE BIT OF ONION POWDER. WHISK HER UP.]
[OF COURSE THE VIKINGS. BUT ASKED HIM WHAT HE KNEW OF THE ODYSSEY COPPER-COVERED, WOOD-FIRED FRENCH PIZZA OVENS--]
[♪♪ WE'RE PARKED OUTSIDE THE MONUMENT CAFE IN GEORGETOWN, TEXAS, WHERE RUSTY WINKSTERN...]
[IT'S THE MOST HEIGHTENED, DELICIOUS]
[YEAH, GUANCIALE. GUANCIALE. CHEEKS. HEY. RIGHT IN HERE, BABY. YEAH, I KNOW. I'M TELLING YOU, I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY DON'T TRY TO HARVEST ME EVERY WINTER. SO NOW THAT THE PIZZA IS JUST SORT OF SET, THAT'S WHEN WE'RE GONNA CRACK TWO FARM-FRESH EGGS]
[If you seek a pillow for your head. Or a fitted sheet for Christmas bed. If you see your shadow on the snow. Is it from the baby Jesus glow? He's going to the country.]
[Behind every journey is a reason.]
[UNTIL IT'S NICELY INCORPORATED, NO LUMPS, AND THEN WE LET IT SIT ABOUT 17 HOURS IN THE BASEMENT. MAKE ONE FOR TODAY... YEP.]