This is how my Christmas morning went: Wake up with the fam, nibble on some tea and toast while opening presents, and while everyone else is getting ready before we head out for our Christmas day movie (True Grit was great, btw) I ferment some pizza dough. It mostly requires me babysitting the mixer so that it doesn't walk off the table. And while I sit in the darkened theater, watching Rooster Cogburn messily slur words out from beneath his soiled eye patch, my mind moves to the big bowl of dough sitting on the kitchen counter, tripling in size. We get back home, heat up the pizza stone as high as it can go, an prep the toppings while the oven pre-heats. There's not really much to prep, considering 75% of the toppings are left overs from breakfast and the rest I scrounged up in the pantry. So despite the obnoxious fussiness homemade yeast doughs bring to mind for me, this whole pizza affair was decidedly lazy and lo-fi. It was also delicious. We put away 8 pizzas, and my family valiantly taste tested which were "blog worthy." And if my mom's sensitive palette can agree with my dad's salty one and with Henry's teenage boy one, I think we have some winners.
So smear the sauce on the pizza, just enough to cover the whole thing in a very thin layer. Add the cheese, hash browns, and bacon. Pop on the pizza stone and crack the two eggs on top of the pizza. Sprinkle with salt, pepper, and parsley. Bake for 7-8 minutes and eat ASAP. Not that that will be a problem. Enjoy!