Every Easter, my mom and sister make an Easter pie that we call calzone. It is not what you would find in a pizza place that sells calzone. These commercial calzones are usually pizza (yeast) dough wrapped around cheese and some sort of meat with a little tomato sauce inside. My family’s calzone has an eggy pie crust with a filling of raw and hardboiled eggs, mozzarella, ricotta, and rendered Italian sausage. It’s a fair amount of labor to make and we only have it on Easter, to keep it special.
The recipe came from my maternal grandmother’s sister, Mary. She married an Italian named Capobianco, who changed his name to White. He must have thought that it sounded more American, which was a big deal in the 1930’s and 40’s. Mary White’s husband was not terrific. There were never any references to a first name when I was growing up and I don’t think that he ever came by my grandmother’s home. Mary had died many years before I was born, of complications from diabetes. It is only now, years later, that I realized he had been an abusive husband, before such things had a name and formal intervention strategies.
So, what does this have to do with Mary White’s calzone recipe? Well, 60 years later, my daughter is spending Easter in Rome with friends. She e-mailed us for the calzone recipe and made it for her friends on Easter Sunday. As she told her dad, it was a smash and she was really happy to have done this. Mary White lives on in her recipe. In fact, I will provide the recipe with her maiden name and erase the memory of Capobianco, nee White, who caused her such pain.