Pizza and cheesecake.
You can imagine the horror that crept across his face when I uttered those words. Long gone were his vegetable friends, replaced with the culinary equivalent of gateway drugs pepperoni, cream cheese, and sugar. At least he still had one soldier in his regiment. Shiner would never leave him ... or so he thought. Little did he know there were only two of his comrades left in the cold regions of the fridge.
I'm sure he'll work through this rough time somehow.
For now, I'll entertain you all with pictures of our calzones. Our calzones turned out fabulous, by the way. The only thing I would change is add a teeny tiny bit of butter, because after baking the dough became something like a hard shell. Of course, I'm just assuming butter would fix that.
After placing the dough in the plastic mold, we added what looked like too much filling, then sealed each by folding the plastic in half. What you get looks something like this:
Can you guess which one was H.'s? I'll give you a hint - he loves black olives. Now, I thought these would last us a dinner and a lunch, but boy was I wrong. Next time we'll be making twice as many.
Since I bought an entire box of filo (aka "phyllo") dough, I decided to make the chicken version of beef wellingtons. Chicken breasts topped with a spinach, mushroom, feta cheese mix, wrapped in filo dough that was lightly brushed with butter and herbs. And don'tchaknow, H. just ate that up.
The far left one was the first one I wrapped, and as the evidence suggests, I didn't use enough layers of the dough to prevent breaking during cooking. The dough ends up a little crunchy, but melts in your mouth. The spinach mix turned out great, and I'm happy that H. has something to eat while I finish off the rest of the beef wellington for lunch.
Pictures of cheesecake coming soon. Also, a sneak peak at something I've been working on that uses all the colors of the rainbow.
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