Visting my brother in California, I was jazzed to use his backyard wood-fired pizza oven. Of course, before using it, we had to have one of our arguments. First we wrestled about my hydration techniques and his choice of flour. Then we continued the battle to where we made separate pizza sauces. And finally, we baked the pizza. Peace out! It was delicious, fun, returned brotherly love, with me making him extra dough before I left.