First, I prepared for battle.
Then I cooked and seasoned the chicken. For some reason, I decided that slicing instead of cubing made it more buffalo wing-y. No idea why.
Australians don't put much stock in spicy foods (many cast fearful eyes at even the mildest of jalapenos, and I swear I know one person who actually sweated when eating pepper gravy), so this was the best we could find in our local grocery store.
With the dough finished, it was time to assemble the pizza. This, by the way, is what happens when you don't have a circular pizza tray:
Ben also requested sun dried tomatoes on his half. I think they'll clash with the hot sauce, but he's a rebel like that.
At this stage, I'm going to mention that I strongly doubt the crust will rise properly, and fear that the juice from the chicken is going to make the whole thing a soggy mess. We shall see.
After a bit of cooling, the final result:
Well, as I suspected, the dough didn't really rise. I'm really not surprised - I have never used yeast successfully. Ever. I am yeast-challenged. It also turned out a wee bit doughy (probably should have been pre-cooked for a few minutes) but otherwise it's pretty good, and the chicken is particularly delish.
So, thus ends the Great Dinner Experiment.
Not bad, really.
P.S. In the interest of full disclosure, I have to say I'm not a pizza crust leaving type of person. As soon as the photo was done, I snatched that last bite up. Carbs rule.