So, here in Dubuque, IA, they think Italian means Olive Garden and pizza and red sauce and lasagne. I thought I’d share for some readers the simple thing I made for dinner tonight. I even ‘cheated’, and used some processed food, although you can do the dough part on your own, if so inclined.
I took sausage meat, Italian sausage meat, not in the casings. Just the fillings. You can take it out of the casing, buy it like that at some stores, or leave it in but make small circles of the sausage when raw. I sauteed it in a bit of olive oil and garlic, and then added some peppers and onions. I cooked everything until the veggies were wilted.
Then I took some pizza dough from the refrigerator section of the supermarket. In Brooklyn, some people just go to the local pizza place and buy some pizza dough. Some bakeries might sell dough. There’s frozen dough. Or, if you are a better woman than I am, you can make your own. Whatever works.
I then made some nice sized rectangles, (when you read this through you will be able to judge how big you want them) and put some of the sausage and pepper in the middle. I rolled it/wrapped it up, tossed some olive oil on it, sprinkled some sesame seeds on top, and stuck them in the 400 degree oven, because that’s what it said on the tube of dough. When it’s brown, I’ll take them out. They’re a bit bigger than a hot pocket, but more of an egg roll shape.
So it’s not some sort of fancy authentic I-got-the-recipe-from-my-Nonna thing, it’s just something I enjoyed getting from the pizzaria by the McDonald Avenue L in Brooklyn. But it’s not pork chops, or cheesy potatoes, or meatloaf, or whatever regular stuff people eat around here. It’s a little taste of home, nothing more.