Yet, as the minutes bled together and the pizza began to cool, my frantic brain slowly began to wrestle back a semblance of logic. Refusing to let panic completely rule my night, I grabbed my phone and dived into a rapid search, looking up everything from culinary disasters to food safety anomalies. What I discovered felt like a sudden bucket of cold water splashing over my overheating brain: those mysterious, raised domes were nothing more than simple air pockets and trapped moisture bubbles underneath the cheese, expanding wildly under the intense, blistering heat of the pizzeria’s brick oven.
