Recept voor bladerdeeg pizza


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Laten we maar gelijk naar de ingrediënten gaan: 

- bladerdeeg original van Koopmans 

- halve ui 

- olijven 

- een halve rode en gele paprika 

- geraspte kaas 

- tonijnblikje in olie 

 Je kunt dus alle beleg gebruiken die je maar lekker vindt. Laat het bladerdeeg alvast ontdooien, ik zeg 3/4 in de video, hiermee bedoel ik dat het bladerdeeg nog hard genoeg moet zijn om ronde vormen eruit te snijden zonder dat het deeg zacht en plakkerig wordt. Ik gok dat ik het deeg ongeveer 45 minuten heb laten ontdooien voordat ik er mee aan de slag ging. 

Snijd alle groentes in stukjes. Dep de natte groentes zo goed mogelijk droog, je wilt niet dat je bladerdeeg pizza straks te nat wordt. Daarom gebruik ik ook tonijn in olie en niet in water.  Pak dan een ronde vorm, en snijd ronde vormen eruit, nu krijgt de pizza al wat vorm. 

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Bladerdeeg rijst vaak nog wat in de oven. Om te voorkomen dat dit gebeurt heb ik een bladerdeeg rondje gepakt en deze omgedraaid, dus dat het plastic bovenop komt te staan. Dit heb ik nog wat uitgerold met een deegroller zodat het bladerdeeg wat platter wordt. Beleg dan je pizza eerst met wat tomatensaus en dan met de vulling, de laatste stap is dat het de oven in mag voor 15-20 minuten op 180 graden. Soms is de bodem van de pizza wat nattig, in dat geval moet je het wat langer laten maar let goed op je beleg! Je wilt niet dat dit gaat aanbranden. video

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