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March 5, 2026

Welcome to New England Crust

Why we're starting a backyard pizza site, and what you can expect from it — Ninja Woodfire, Ooni, and the small art of running both.

  • intro
  • backyard
  • philosophy

There’s a moment, every Friday from May to October, when the Ooni’s stone hits about 900°F, the Ninja Woodfire dings ready, and the first ball of dough goes onto the peel. Nobody talks for the next ninety seconds. Then a pizza comes out leoparded and blistered, and the whole night settles in.

New England Crust is a place to write that moment down.

What we’ll cover

We’ll keep it simple. Three threads:

  • Recipes. Sourdough, biga, same-day, and weeknight pies. Bread flour vs. 00 vs. the local mill we drive to in southern New Hampshire — and how the same dough behaves on a 700°F Ninja stone vs. a 900°F Ooni deck.
  • Heat-management. The Ooni’s gas valve, the Ninja’s pellet hopper, and the small dance between pies. The boring stuff that turns out to be the whole game.
  • Backyard stories. Friends, weather, the weeknight we ran out of dough and made flatbreads on the Ninja from leftover focaccia. Pizza is a people food.

The dough is the project. The fire — pellets, gas, or both — is the season.

Why two ovens?

Because they’re good at different things.

The Ooni handles the showpiece pies. Crank the gas, top the deck out at 900°F, and it’ll char the cornicione in sixty seconds flat. It’s the pie people post about.

The Ninja Woodfire is the everyday workhorse. Plug it in, drop in a small handful of pellets, and it’ll bake a beautiful 12-inch in five minutes without burning a hole in your propane budget. It also roasts, smokes, and broils — useful when the menu wanders past pizza.

We mostly run them in parallel. Ooni for the first two pies of the night, Ninja for the rest, then both for clean-up bakes — bread, vegetables, the occasional dessert pizza nobody admits ordering.

What we won’t do

We won’t write affiliate roundups, we won’t stuff posts with keywords, and we won’t pretend a portable oven is a Naples sidewalk. We’re cooking on a deck in New England — and that’s the whole point.

Glad you’re here. Pull up a chair.