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Buffalo Chicken Calzones -- The Wings Come Home With You

Super Bowl. Miss Doris's house. The annual wing pilgrimage. This year, Miss Doris let me help. She stood me at the stove next to her and said, "Watch the oil. It should shimmer, not smoke. Smoke means you've gone too far." I watched the oil. I dropped the wings in batches. I timed the twelve minutes. I pulled them golden and crispy and tossed them in her Buffalo sauce (Frank's and butter, the classic, the only). The wings were good. Not Miss Doris good — she has fifty years of oil-temperature intuition that I cannot replicate in one evening — but good enough that she nodded and said, "You listen. That's the most important thing. You listen." I listen. I have been listening for three years — to Mama, to Miss Doris, to the food itself, which tells you what it needs if you pay attention. Jerome ate thirty-one wings. A new personal record that he celebrated with the enthusiasm of a man who has found his calling and his calling is poultry consumption. Brianna watched the halftime show at home and sent me a text that said: "Come home and cook me something." I came home and made grilled cheese sandwiches at midnight. The most basic meal. The most intimate. Two people, a skillet, bread, cheese, butter. She ate it on the couch in her pajamas and said, "This is better than wings." It was not better than wings. It was better than eating alone. The marriage is in a better place. Not fixed — I keep saying this, and I keep meaning it — but tended. The fight in December was necessary. The words she said — "you forgot I need fixing too" — live in me now, and they guide me toward her instead of toward the kitchen. I cook less and connect more. The food is still there. But so is she. Both matter. Both are the meal.

Miss Doris’s wings will always belong to her kitchen, to that shimmer-not-smoke rule, to fifty years of instinct I’m still working to earn. But when Brianna texted and said come home, I started thinking about how to carry that Buffalo heat with me — wrapped up, portable, built for a couch and two people and a quiet midnight. These Buffalo Chicken Calzones are that answer: all the Frank’s-and-butter soul of a great wing, tucked inside golden dough you can hand to someone you love. Sometimes tending the marriage means bringing the Super Bowl party to the one who stayed home.

Buffalo Chicken Calzones

Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 20 min | Total Time: 40 min | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • 1 lb pizza dough (store-bought or homemade), at room temperature
  • 2 cups cooked chicken breast, shredded
  • 1/3 cup Frank’s RedHot Buffalo sauce
  • 2 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
  • 1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
  • 1/2 cup crumbled blue cheese (or substitute ranch dressing for dipping)
  • 1/4 cup thinly sliced green onions
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil (for brushing)
  • 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
  • Salt and black pepper to taste
  • All-purpose flour for dusting

Instructions

  1. Preheat. Heat your oven to 425°F. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper or lightly grease it.
  2. Make the filling. In a medium bowl, combine the shredded chicken, Buffalo sauce, and melted butter. Stir until the chicken is fully coated. Taste and adjust heat to your liking. Fold in the green onions and season lightly with garlic powder, salt, and pepper.
  3. Divide the dough. On a lightly floured surface, divide the pizza dough into 4 equal portions. Roll each portion into a circle roughly 7–8 inches in diameter, about 1/4 inch thick.
  4. Fill the calzones. Spoon one-quarter of the Buffalo chicken filling onto one half of each dough circle, leaving a 3/4-inch border at the edge. Top each with a generous layer of mozzarella and a sprinkle of blue cheese.
  5. Fold and seal. Fold the unfilled half of the dough over the filling to form a half-moon. Press the edges firmly together with your fingers, then crimp with a fork to seal completely. Transfer to the prepared baking sheet.
  6. Brush and vent. Brush the tops of the calzones lightly with olive oil. Use a sharp knife to cut 2–3 small slits in the top of each calzone to allow steam to escape during baking.
  7. Bake. Bake for 18–22 minutes, until the calzones are deep golden brown and the crust is cooked through. Let rest for 3–5 minutes before cutting — the filling will be very hot.
  8. Serve. Serve with extra Buffalo sauce, blue cheese dressing, or ranch on the side for dipping.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 520 | Protein: 34g | Fat: 18g | Carbs: 52g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 980mg

DeShawn Carter
About the cook who shared this
DeShawn Carter
Week 149 of DeShawn’s 30-year story · Detroit, Michigan
DeShawn is a thirty-six-year-old single dad, auto plant worker, and a man who didn't learn to cook until his wife left and his five-year-old asked, "Daddy, can you cook something?" He called his mama, who came over with two bags of groceries and spent six months teaching him the basics. Now he's the dad at the cookout who brings the ribs, the guy at the plant whose leftover gumbo starts fights, and living proof that it's never too late to learn.

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