I'm pretty sure Timmy thinks life without calzones or strombolis is a life not worth living. He's searched every pizzeria within miles and miles and has yet to find a single place that serves any. You can find three pizzerias on every block around here, yet if you walk in and ask if they make calzones or strombolis, the workers will either stare you in confusion or laugh at you. When I first moved out, there was one day where Tim gloomily stated that he could not find a calzone or a stromboli no matter where he went. He asked if I could make some, and searched online for recipes. He found a recipe for calzones with cheese, sausage, onions and red pepper and decided that we were going to make some, right then and there. He really liked the end product, and ever since he always asks if we can make calzones for dinner. I never shared the same appreciation for a calzone or a stromboli, but I always try to obligue because he loves them so much. The recipe ends up being kind of tedious, though, since you have to make the dough, let it rise, make the sausage, make the onions, char then peel the pepper and even though I don't mind being in the kitchen for long hours, it sucks up a whole night so I can't really have many other plans. As a result, it doesn't end up being made that often, and for the past few weeks Tim has been begging for a calzone.
On Friday, I told Tim I'd make calzones over the weekend, and then I completely forgot. I felt bad, so I decided that I'd make calzones yesterday. I figured I'd make the dough right before Navi's agility class, and then it would rise while we were gone. I got home from work, walked Navi up the hill, and then we pedaled over to Lucky to pick up the groceries we would need. Neither of us got struck by Hey-Look-There's-a-Sale! Syndrome, so we got in and out pretty quick. When we got home, I started making the dough for the calzones and disaster struck when I came up too short on flour. The extra bag of flour I could have swore I had must have grown legs and walked away. We only had 10 minutes before we needed to leave for Agility Class, so I didn't know what to do. I asked Tim if he could wait til Wednesday for calzones and he sulked and moped around but agreed that he could wait. I felt awful because he was really mopey and then he finally admitted that he really wanted calzones. I didn't have any time to deal with it before class though so the mess of dough got dumped into the garbage disposal at which point I discovered that garbage disposals don't like dough messes. I had to reach in and pull out all the goop and then I threw it into the garbage, only to discover that the bag had fallen down and that none of my dough goop had made it into the bag. So I had a little mess to clean up there. The counters, the sink, the garbage disposal, the flour canister, several plates and bowls, the garbage and the floor were all covered in dough goop. I cleaned it all up, and left the floor to Navi, only to discover that even though she will eat everything in the world, she won't eat dough goop. So I had to clean that up, too.
Anyhow we went to class and tired Navi out for the night. On the walk back, Tim went into Ranch99 because he didn't want to bike back to Lucky and paid for an overpriced bag of flour. That's when you know cheapie really wants calzones. So it was something like 7:30 or 7:45 and I made and kneaded the dough and it needed to rise until 9:15. Guess I wasn't going to bed on time, huh? I told Tim that he was on duty to help out, and told him to roast the red pepper until it was black on all sides. He reads the recipe, declares he knows exactly how he's going to do it, and disappears into the other room. I didn't think much of it until he brings out his little campfire stove made out of soda cans, and sits outside on the porch roasting the pepper over his little flame. I have to admit...I wasn't very surprised.
We eventually got the calzones made and they came out of the oven around 9:45 or 10:00 pm. Tim greedily ate an entire calzone and I ate maybe 1/5th of one - and I was hungry. That's how much he likes calzones.
So tonight I refuse to cook anything that requires more than 20 minutes of work.
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