Stromboli, the name of a 1950 Italian-American film < Stromboli , the name of a volcanic island in the Mediterranean, one of the Lipari Islands (see Strombolian adj.).
The name seems to have been an attempt to capitalize on the media attention generated by the widely publicized affair between the film’s director Roberto Rossellini, and its star Ingrid Bergman.
A type of savoury pastry made with dough (typically pizza dough) that is folded over or rolled up to enclose a filling of cheese and meat or vegetables.
1950 Philadelphia Inquirer (Final City ed.) 10 Apr. 21/1 In South Philadelphia, the hogie sandwich is now called Stromboli.from OED Online. Oxford University Press, December 2020. Web. 27 February 2021.
1995 Gourmet Mar. 86/3 On the top shelf of ready-mades is ‘stromboli’..: dough folded over to enclose an array of ingredients and slit along the top so steam can escape and the whole affair can get good and chewy as it bakes.
2014 Sunday Mail (Glasgow) (Nexis) 12 Oct. (Seven Days section) 34 What you stuff your stromboli with is up to you—just think of your favourite pizza toppings or calzone fillings and there’s a good starting point.
It is raining–dismally, dismally raining. And this is Messina coming. Oh horrible Messina, earthquake-shattered and renewing your youth like a vast mining settlement, with rows and streets and miles of concrete shanties, squalor and a big street with shops and gaps and broken houses still, just back of the tram-lines, and a dreary squalid earthquake-hopeless port in a lovely harbor. People don’t forget and don’t recover. The people of Messina seem to be today what they were nearly twenty years ago, after the earthquake: people who have had a terrible shock, and for whom all life’s institutions are really nothing, neither civilization nor purpose. The meaning of everything all came down with a smash in that shuddering earthquake, and nothing remains but money and the throes of some sort of sensation. Messina between the volcanoes, Etna and Stromboli, having known the death-agony’s terror. I always dread coming near the awful place, yet I have found the people kind, almost feverishly so, as if they knew the awful need for kindness.Author and Text