her : "mama, when are we making the trombone?"
me : "right about now, sweetie. oh, it's called stromboli."
her : "right. that's what i said: strom-bo-ne."
me : "awesome."
all the while, a certain "...slurp slurp slurp" echoes in the background of our dinner-making conversation. just sissy eating tomato sauce -
by the spoonful.
growing up outside of philadelphia, i have fond memories of layered stromboli oozing just so, and really really good pizza. heck, just the smell of dried oregano transports me back to nino's on a chilly friday night. out here in ohio, stromboli is hard to come by - it's more calzones with sauce on the side and such, but that's another beast entirely. (and according to a certain husband, no matter what the size, a calzone is a single serving - but that is a discussion for another day.)
tonight, it's stromboli - and everybody made their own. (well, he wasn't home yet, so i made his and oversized it just to underscore our ongoing portion control joke.) the recipe is one i immediately tore as a "keeper" from everyday food back in the spring - and lucky you, it's also here. we stuck to the basic recipe but without measuring the ingredients, and made one modification, skipping the salami and opting instead for hub-made italian sausage. he knows his stuff. xoxo
