Brad went to Babson and lived in Boston for a few years after graduation, so it’s kind of fun that we both share a love of that city. One goal for the weekend there was to get a buffalo chicken calzone (something about New York falling flat in this area) but one thing led to another and we never got one. So Sunday night when we got home, we went to the grocery store in search of the staples – chicken, hot sauce, tomato sauce and bleu cheese. Making this calzone instead of continuing the search for a decent pizza place that had one seemed normal. Kind of like the time my mom called and asked what we were up to that night and I said, completely serious, “making vanilla bean ice cream.”
My mom always laughs when I tell her what “we’re” making. I always reassure her that it’s not that much work, it’s pretty easy in fact, and it’s fun! She should try it! I’m sure this is sound advice coming from the one sitting in the living room drinking wine watching someone else do it. And occasionally stirring.
