Football Sunday, which in our house means my husband on the couch and me making something that can be eaten with a toothpick. Pizza pinwheels
- a rolled dough with cheese and herbs and a little sauce inside, sliced and baked until the edges crisped. A ramekin of warm marinara for dipping. He ate most of them. I ate the ones with the browner edges because the browner ones are the best ones and I wasn’t going to argue the point with a man watching football.