Sausage Rolls

A lot has happened since my last post. So here is the “Reader’s Digest” version. I left New York, sold my house and moved to North East Pennsylvania. Found a job on a daily newspaper that covers Wayne and Pike county and bought my retirement house on a lake, next door to a local tavern. Can it get better than that?

I’m planning on raising some chickens, ducks and guinea fowl. The guinea fowl are great for depleting the tick population that thrives too well here. I have an unfinished cellar, with a stacked stone foundation,  that is ideal for curing and storing meats, canned goods and root cellar vegetables. Did I mention I’m next door to the local tavern?

The view from my back porch.

This area couldn’t be more different from my roots growing up in Brooklyn, but there are many similarities. In Brooklyn your block was your town and your neighborhood was an extension of that town. Here it’s no different. Neighbors are friendly and helpful. They are all God-fearing folks and would give you the shirt off their back if you had the need. I work in a cute little town called Honesdale. I found my Mayberry. Folks here have roots, deep roots. Many have been here all their lives, generations. It sets up a down home base, like my block in Brooklyn, everyone knew each other, everyone was friendly. There is a local market here called Clark’s Sunrise Market. It’s run by three generations of family. We had places like that in Brooklyn, one called Monzelli’s, a family run market, run by three generations. Went to school with their son. His grandparent’s knew my Grandparents and his mother and father knew my mother and father. They all grew up in the neighborhood, went to school there and worked there. Honesdale is the birthplace of the Steam locomotive, the song “Walking In A Winter Wonderland” was written by a gentleman that lived on Church Street, just a few yards from my office. And right across the street from my office is the first headquarters of the children’s Highlights Magazine and still in use today.

When I first moved up here I felt like a fish out of water until I realized how similar it was to growing up in Brooklyn in the mid 50’s. First thing I did was search out my comfort foods. Where to shop, where to buy pizza, bagels, any good Italian restaurants, deli’s, was there a good Chinese Restaurant here? Any Kosher deli’s? I could tell you one thing, no one delivers. And nothing is close. This is farm land and acres of state hunting grounds, rivers and streams, huge lakes like Wallenpaupack, and seasonal. After Labor day three-quarters of the population leaves. Off season it’s quiet. But come Memorial day, look out. It never really gets that crowded, but you notice different folk arriving and shopping in the stores.

I’m about 15 minuets from a town called Milford, PA. And that’s where I found Fretta’s. At first I couldn’t believe it. Fretta’s started out in Little Italy at about the time my Grandfather arrived there from Italy. They moved to Brooklyn, on 86th Street in my neighborhood and was there for many years, until the grandson, who was living in Staten Island, decided to take the family business to Milford. This place is the holy grail of Italian pork stores and it was right here in Milford. The moment you walk into the place you smell the pungent aromas of the homemade soppressata, capocollo and beef braciole hanging from the rafters curing alongside the imported provolone and prosciutto hanging displayed. Not to mention all the homemade fresh sausage, pinwheels, prime cut steaks and chops. I died and went to heaven and it was right here in Milford. Could I be any closer to home? And just up the road is a place called Jorgensen’s Dimmick Inn, an old world tavern revived by a couple of Brooklyn boys from Bay Ridge. They even have an item on their menu called the 79th Street Burger. Milford has to be the 6th borough. I feel closer to home up here in NEPA than I did in Rockland County New York.

There is also a different culture up here than I was used to in New York. One Monday morning I was driving to work and when I passed the local high school I noticed it was closed. I couldn’t imagine what holiday it was for the school to be closed. Did I miss something? When I got into work I asked my coworkers why the school was closed. They look at me like I was an alien and said, “it’s the first day of hunting season, the schools always close first day of hunting season”.  Silly me for not knowing that. Almost everyone hunts up here. Not for trophy, but food. Although if they bag a six pointer it’s unlikely they will not display it. Our newspaper runs a Big Buck contest every year and the residents bring their bucks in to have us judge who’s the biggest. From the first day of the contest, beginning at 8am, people were driving up with their entries. I couldn’t believe the range of hunters, from 16-year-old girls to seasoned huntsmen that have been doing this for decades. No wonder they close the schools that day. Everyone is out hunting.

These are good people up here. They respect God, country and each other. But they don’t know how to make a good Pizza. That was my next quest. Finding good pizza. There is a pizza style here that is not New York Style Pizza. A hundred year old hotel called the Waymart Hotel has been making pizza for as long as it’s been in existence. And is famous for their square pie. Legend has it Italian immigrants settled here mining coal and as many immigrants do,  make the food of their country. But they had to settle for ingredients that was local and the “Old Forge” style of pizza was born. Nothing like NY pizza, the cheese blend is just that, not mozzarella but a blend of different cheese. I have to say, it was tasty, different, but not New York Pizza. I came across a place called Mike’s pizzeria not far from my house and discovered the owner is from Nutley, New Jersey. Not bad pie. For now it’s my go to pie. But I’m still searching.

All in all I now call NEPA my home.  I’m only an hour away from my son Joseph and an hour and a half from my older boy and his wife, Michael and Jess. It’s a two-hour ride into Manhattan, Brooklyn and Staten Island, so I’m close enough for visits. Scranton is only a half hour away so I still need to explore that.  It’s nice to walk out my back door and fish in my own lake, and pass farmland with cows grazing in the fields. And live near towns where the people are friendly and all know one another. Not to mention, I’m right next door to the local tavern.


We had a bakery in Brooklyn called Termini’s. They made great bread, cookies, cakes, pizza and these sausage rolls. They only made them on Saturdays so it was always a special treat for me when my mother or grandfather would pick up bread from there and come home with these sausage rolls. I never bothered heating them up, but ate them right out of the bag my mother brought them home in. Their pizza was also a treat, and I ate that cold as well. It was THAT good.



Sausage Rolls

  • 2 cloves garlic, chopped
  • 1 medium onion sliced
  • 1 red bell pepper,seeded and sliced thin
  • 1 green bell pepper, seeded and sliced thin
  • 3 tbl olive oil
  • Salt & pepper to taste
  • 1 lb of sweet Italian sausage,raw with casing removed
  • Provolone cheese, grated
  • pizza dough
  • Egg wash (one beaten egg with teaspoon of water)

Pre-heat oven to 375 degrees

In a medium fry pan heat 3 tablespoons of olive oil over medium heat. Add the red and green pepper and sliced onion and saute for 12 minuets until soft. Add the chopped garlic and cook for another 2-3 minutes. Add salt and pepper to taste.

Roll out the pizza dough and cut into 9 rectangles.

Break off a piece of sausage and form it into a log to fit inside the sough.

Top with the sauteed peppers and onions , and sprinkle of grated provolone.

Fold the little packet into a roll and pinch the seams shut. Place seam side down on an oiled sheet pan or on parchment paper on top of the sheet pan.  Brush with egg wash and score each roll with three slits.

Place in oven and cook till golden brown, about 20-25 minuets. Cool slightly, remove from pan and serve.



About Peter Bocchieri

Peter was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY and is a second generation Italian-American. He has a degree in Journalism from Long Island University and is an avid photographer, gardener and pet owner. Now that Peter is retired, he is relaxing at his home in North East Pennsylvania and cooking for his sons, Michael and Joseph, family and friends. Peter's passion for food was inspired by his Mother's and Grandmother's cooking, but at the age of 10 Peter felt he could do it better himself, so he did.
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15 Responses to Sausage Rolls

  1. Arlene says:

    Hey Pete. These look so good. I have to try to make them!!!

  2. Sophie Kovatch vatch says:

    I have been to John’s of Arthur Avenue in Milford PA and would suggest you give it a try.

  3. Pat (from NUHS) says:

    Best of luck to you on your move! Sounds challenging and you are still working?

  4. Marina says:

    Love the story, your pictures and the recipes!! I can hear your voice as I read the post. 😘💕

    Sent from my iPhone


  5. Rosemary says:

    Missed not hearing from you. Sounds like you found a very special place. Thanks for sharing it with us. Please don’t wait so long next time to update us & send your great Italian recipes. Consider putting together a soft covered cook book w/these treasures.

  6. says:

    Welcome back Peter! I caught onto your recipe and story writings a few years back and continuously refer to them. I actually use some of your step-by-step photos as screen savers. My grandparents were from Sicily and Naples respectively and landed on Ellis Island in the 1920’s and lived in Brooklyn NY their entire lives. My parents were born and raised in Brooklyn before picking up and moving to Stamford Connecticut in the early 50’s (where my NY uncles referred to Connecticut as land of polar bears and moose). All major holidays and events were held in Brooklyn in those days and my sister, brother and I were loaded in my Dad’s Dodge car for the trek into the special place called Brooklyn for us kids.

    Almost all my cousins are long gone from Brooklyn and have settled on Long Island, Staten Island with one in Moscow PA, and with the exception of a few 2nd cousins, Tom from Tomasso’s Restaurant and also the Scarpaci Funeral Home folks which I barely know now.

    My wife and I now reside in Jupiter FL having left Stamford CT 6 years ago after a full life and career there in general contracting and now enjoy a much simpler life. Like NY, Connecticut taxes are way out of control and that helped us make the decision of moving quite an easy one.

    Like all places away from Brooklyn NY, good Italian restaurant food in our area is a wish that really doesn’t come true unless it’s at a pricey establishment and the dish presentation counts more than taste and flavor. The ever popular ‘Seven Fishes’ dinner here will consist of 3 ½ fishes with one fish prepared two different ways.

    I look forward to any posts you have the time to do and it’s great to know you have settled into a routine in PA. My Connecticut sister said it was 60+ degrees yesterday after last weekend’s snow so you probably had the same in PA, confusing for the animals, (and humans).

    Thanks Peter, I very much enjoy reading about your Italian family life and the importance food played into everything. I certainly miss those long-gone days with my family.

    Chris Capone, Jupiter Florida

    • Chris, glad you enjoy reading my blog. Your families story is like so many others who have made America their home. We take comfort in the food because that is what brought us all together as a family. They were special times indeed.

  7. Louise Cardone Calabrese says:

    Hi Peter, Just catching up on my emails……. and was thrilled to see your name there waiting for me to click and dream away. As always, you have a way of putting what is in your mind to us in the most appealing and nourishing way. You fill my heart with the delights of memories.. and my stomack and all the flavors that go with them. The place you mention filled with Italian foods sounds like a stroke of luck. As nothing replaces NY flavors and ways of putting things together, it sounds like you have a winner that brought their family treasures to PA.. How lucky they all are to have you living there. I can already see your new following…. loving you for all the story telling and food memories…. to delight those living around you and where you work. You have such a way with sharing your memories…. so much so… that I can taste the food as I am reading what you write……smell the aroma’s and also hear the voices of all my family members that have gone to heaven. Good grief, but we adore every email you send to us. Glad you are in Pa, and enjoying the beauty it has to offer. Can’t wait to hear more about how you are getting used to being someone from “AWAY”…. as they learn to enjoy sharing your wonderful history of life…..and all the treasures you bring to them from Bensonhurst…. Brooklyn, New York.
    Buona Fortuna…. Love, Louise .

  8. Vince Sorco says:

    Beautiful Thing! A Dream of Mine to do what you are doing! Love it

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