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Pesto and Mushroom Calzone

For you can't have pizza for breakfast...

And because I had a pot of pesto lying in my fridge...

And some mushrooms too....

I made calzone instead. Now, that's not pizza, right? All it does is start with the basic pizza dough - 1/2 cup warm water, 1 tsp yeast, 1/2 tsp honey and 1/2 tsp olive oil mixed and kept aside for 10 minutes. Then kneaded with enough flour to make a soft dough (and a pinch of salt somewhere along the way).

Once it doubles, you punch it down, pull out a golf ball of dough and roll it. Here it is spread with pesto, sauteed mushrooms and grated cheddar.



Then folded over, and pressed down with a fork:



Left to rise again for 10-15 minutes. And finally, baked at 270C (or as high as your oven goes) until it browns.



Now that's what I call breakfast.

Comments

sugarplumfairy said…
Pesto in a callazone...lovely...
Lebouffe said…
Wow.. that sure looks good!! -Naina
Bharti said…
Oohh! Now that's one heck of a breakfast.
Khaugiri said…
Wonderful calzone....will definitely try this:)
Prathibha said…
Lovely calzone dear..looks gr8..
Raaga said…
but you can't have pizza for breakfast? Why not? You should meet my brother and I!

Calzone looks yummy

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