I love it, when the fridge full of leftovers, (read: condiments/components), morphs into a Sunday repast initiated with a phonecall. “Hey sweetie, could you take the starter that’s on the windowsill, and add it to the mixer bowl, then to that add……”. A crust is born. Upon arriving , I marched thru the door, to find my dough was but a moment away from gluten development. The rest was child’s play, right? Extract leftovers from said refrigerator, arrange them on the crust, and bake on a hot stone. Dinner is served. Thanks for the mix, JK XX.