The Fella surprised me with dinner last night. He came home with two pizzas and a salad for me.
Elsa: This is going in the vows.
The Fella: What is? Pizza?
The Fella: And there’s lots of pizza, for leftovers!
Elsa: Oooooooh! Cold pizza in the morning!
The Fella: There’s [counting] — there’s like six or seven slices left. You could have one an hour, all day. You could have a slice an hour for six or seven hours.
Elsa: That’s all I ask from any day: six or seven straight hours of pizza.
Stay with me, now.
Last night’s dinner was a quick assortment of pizzas, where quick = too lazy to make dough. Though I bought a ball of whole wheat dough made by a local pizza joint, The Fella had the brilliant idea of using the last of the yeasted olive oil dough from his galettes.
Frugal soul that I am, I also used the leftover filling. I flattened out the galette dough, smoothed on a layer of spicy tomato sauce and olive oil, then mozzarella and parmesan, spooned on glops of cinnamon-scented roasted squash pureed with caramelized garlic, scattered caramelized onions over that, covered the whole thing with more cheese, and plopped it on the baking stone.
We also had our standard: Kalamata olive and sauteed mushrooms with garlic on whole wheat dough, with plenty of rosemary.
No contest. The galette dough (several days old at this point) outranked any pizza dough I’ve seen, and the creamy sweetness of the squash mixes perfectly with the tangy onion and the zing of the sauce. It all disappeared far too fast for our liking, and certainly too fast to snap a photo.
Until last night, the official policy on both the dough and the filling for those galettes was make extra. Addendum to the official policy: for pizza!