Last week, son-in-law Chris asked for calzone for his birthday meal, but he waited too long—the pizza dough takes at least 3 day to be properly cold-risen. When I make pizza dough it produces enough to make 3 pizzas—a calzone is really just a folded over pizza. I plan to use only tow thirds of this dough for this meal. This dough freezes really well and I will save the third portion for another day. A Caesar salad completes the meal.
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Last week, son-in-law Chris asked for calzone for his birthday meal, but he waited too long—the pizza dough takes at least 3 day to be properly cold-risen. When I make pizza dough it produces enough to make 3 pizzas—a calzone is really just a folded over pizza. I had planned to use only two thirds of this dough for this meal, but the fillings I made required me to use all of the dough—dinner for tomorrow. A Caesar salad completes the meal.
This Sunday’s dinner was a bit of a negotiation. Daughter Miriam has had difficulty with garlic and onions lately. She had thought that it was getting better, but she pushed it too far and paid the price.
Last week Jan’s farmer friend dropped pounds of tomatoes on us. To preserve them, I turned them into three quarts of a simple tomato sauce—just tomatoes and a bit of salt. This allowed me the greatest flexibility when I decided what to use the sauce in a recipe— meaning it did not lock me into Italian cuisine, like so many of the sauces on-line.
Daughter Miriam is coming over to work on an article with her mother. She is on a soft food diet for her TMJ and is suffering from an illness that prevents her from eating anything in the leek family. Her sister, Eilene, just had a dental implant, so she is on a soft food diet as well.
I cannot claim this recipe as my own. Miriam brought me some Aceto Balsamico Tradizionale di Reggio Emilia when she came back from Italy. I was under strict instructions never to use this vinegar in a salad dressing. The Acetaria San Giacomo’s website had photos to show off their products and one was of raspberries with vinegar and a light dusting of powdered sugar. This was clearly an acceptable use of “the good stuff.”
I had bought some Ciliegine Fresh Mozzarella—one inch balls of cheese—for my Italian Salad Bar. In the rush to get out the door to deliver it, I forgot to take them out of the refrigerator. Trying to think what to use them for, I remembered that caprese salad is one of Jan’s favorites.