Growing up in a house of seven, dinner was a balancing act to say the least. Some of us wanted pizza, some of us wanted frijoles, some of us wanted tacos— it really depended on the day. Our mom, Aida, was up for the challenge. She took two of those cravings and started cutting what we called "bolillos" (rolls of bread) in half, smearing butter across the top, and covering them in frijoles, pizza sauce, cheese, and sticking them in the oven. We didn’t really have a name for these until one day it hit us. From our family to yours, Frijolizzas.⁠