Saucy Sunday – Stromboli

Have you ever ate Stromboli?

It is delicious.

I decided I wanted to try it. And I’m glad I did.

To begin with, I went to the Chickens in the Road blog and got Suzanne’s Grandmother Bread recipe that she was so kind to share with us.

I followed her recipe to the first rise point, then kneaded, cut in half and rolled out onto a floured surface. About 1/2″ thick, 15″ long and 12″ wide. Just use your own judgement. It needs to be wide enough to lay the filling down the center and fold the sides over and seal off.

While the bread was rising, I prepared the other ingredients……

I sliced one medium onion and one medium green bell pepper. Then saute’d them in butter in a large skillet until tender-crisp.


My other ingredients included, ham, hard salami, pepperoni and shredded mozzarella cheese.


The meats, I sliced into strips, like so. Just to make it easier to fill the bread with.


After rolling out the dough, I added the onion mixture, meats and cheese. I also sprinkled with Italian seasoning, garlic powder and pepper.

Then folded the sides over, pinched to seal the sides and ends. Rolled it over onto a greased cookie sheet.

Brushed with beaten egg, sprinkled with poppy seed and baked at 400F for 20 minutes. Until golden brown.


The funny thing about these is, my guys, The Captain and Boo, had never heard of stromboli. So while I was making this they were stuffing themself with snacks. Saying, “I’m a little hungry, I’ll just have a little snack to hold me over until they are ready.” What they actually did, was fill themself up, just in case they didn’t like it, they wouldn’t go hungry.  They actually did like stromboli and were disappointed they couldn’t eat more.


Guess they have had too many of my experimentations.

Occasionally, I do run across a recipe that everyone likes.


I served it with heated pizza sauce for dipping.


Start first, with Grandmother Bread. Follow that recipe through the first rise, knead and cut in half. Then roll out on a floured board to 1/2″ thick, 15″ x 12″ rectangle.

    1     Medium onion, sliced and separated into rings

    1     Medium green bell pepper, sliced into rings

    1     Tbsp. butter

1/2    pound thinly sliced hard salami

1/2    pound thinly sliced ham

1/2    pound shredded mozzarella cheese

1/2    pound thinly sliced pepperoni

1/2    tsp. Italian seasoning

1/4    tsp. garlic powder

1/8    tsp. pepper

     1    egg, beaten

     1    tsp. poppy seed

In large skillet, saute onion and green bell pepper in butter until tender-crisp; set aside.

Add meats, cheeses, onion mixture and spices to center. Fold sides over, seal sides and ends.

Transfer to greased baking sheet. Brush with egg and sprinkle with poppy seed.

Bake at 400F for 15 – 20 minutes or until golden brown.

Cool 5 minutes before slicing.

Yield: 2 loaves, 8 servings each.

If you are pinched for time…

you can replace the homemade bread with 2 – 16 oz. loaves of frozen bread, thawed.


Mongoose Box

On a previous post, I asked if anyone had ever heard of a mongoose box.


Not one person mentioned ever having heard of one.

Personally, I’ve never seen one. But because my Dad, being the jokester that he was, I have heard of one.

Before I was born, my cousin lived with my parents for a short time, along side my brother. They were the same age.

My Dad came home from work one day with a box. The box sat on the counter through supper and into the evening. Boys, being boys, their curiosity was getting the best of them.

My Dad was a great story teller. He could describe things so vividly, you’d think you were there, living it. He would describe in such detail that by the time he got to the end, you were bursting to know the outcome.

He began telling a story about a hunter and a mongoose.

I can imagine how my Dad had them enthralled with this elusive mongoose.

I can see those two eight year old boys sitting in the floor at my Dad’s feet. Wide-eyed and hanging on every word as my Dad unfolded the tale before them.

My brother, knowing my Dad, would not be duped into sticking his nose anywhere near that box.

My cousin, on the other hand, was in the middle of everything. Wanting to be the first to receive the candy or the first to hear the good news. Whatever the situation, he had to be first.

And on this day, he learned a valuable lesson.


Let me tell you how this mongoose box was described to me.

The box looks like a cage, but you can’t see what’s inside.

It has a squirrel tail attached to the inside top of the box that moves when the lid is lifted.

Also inside, a thin piece of wood that slaps a piece of tightly stretched screen. Causing a shotgun blast sound you hear when the lid is lifted.

I can only imagine how my Dad had built up the imaginations of these little boys as he yarned the story of this captured mongoose.

The mongoose that was supposed to be entrapped inside this box, trying desperately to get out.

I can see my Dad holding this box, jerking is around as if something may be moving inside. Maybe occasionally, scratching or tapping the box, just to add more drama to the tale.

As he approached the end of the story, he moves to the floor, so the boys could get a good look at this mongoose in the box.


He lifted the lid, the squirrel tail twitched, the shotgun blasts…

My Mom and brother jump…

And my cousin who is hovering over this box, runs screaming across the room headlong into a wall, that he desperately tries to climb.

My Mom could not tell that story without tears of laughter as she remembered the day my cousin tried to climb the wall.

My brother would laugh.

My Dad would chuckle, as he always did.

And my cousin’s eyes would widen and a slight grin would appear as he remembered. It was almost as if he relived it everytime it was told.

You know, I don’t think he ever got over that.

But I promise you this, he learned, that day, to stand back when my Dad began yarning a tale.

Team Fencepost Request – Location

The crew here at Team Fencepost want to know where you are from.

As you know I am from South Carolina, USA.

Not close to the beach or the mountains. But right in the middle.

If you stop in, leave a comment telling me where you live.

Our goal is all of the 50 states and any other country.

So take a minute and leave a comment telling us where you are!

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Thank you, everyone who has and is participating!