It’s Friday night, 5 p.m., and you still have time. Homemade pizza dough is exactly that kind of project: accessible, satisfying, and so much better than the store-bought pre-packaged versions. Six ingredients, one hour of resting, and the weekend takes on a whole new vibe.

When you pull the dough from the bowl after rising, it has this slightly creamy ivory color, almost alive. It gently exhales under your fingers. The smell is both acidic and sweet—the yeast having done its job, the sugar having disappeared. Under your palm, it yields without resistance, elastic, with that characteristic little bounce of a well-developed dough.