The boys, anyway. I left at 3:30 to teach a class in Red Deer with Erin, and didn’t get home until well past midnight. (It’s pushing 1 now, and I have to be up at 5:30 to go to the Eyeopener tailgate party at CBC. I have the sausage and beer, so they can’t really start without me.)
W is on a pizza kick, and I didn’t want to make it too easy for them to order one (or more likely two) in my absence. These are like pizza pockets if they had pizza pockets in Europe, which I’m sure they do. (Not really calzone; more compact and less stuffed.) I thawed a wad of pizza dough and baggie of roasted peppers (they freeze beautifully if you buy a bunch to roast while they’re in season and cheap, or if you visit Vancouver and buy a suitcasefull for 65 cents a pound and just wear all your clothes at once when you come back on the plane) and made a quick batch to get them through the afternoon/evening. (These also freeze well; freeze before you bake them, and bake from frozen.)
Stromboli are rolled-up pizza-like sandwiches you can hold in your hand. It’s not as messy as a calzone, having no tomato sauce, but the roasted peppers make up for it, making them kind of tomato-esque without the sauce.