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derkem · 8 months

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unleashing my autism on bocchi's les paul custom

i've seen a lot of speculation about bocchi bocchi the rock's guitar and like... i am about as neck deep in vintage guitar lore as your average blues lawyer or retiree in a lynyrd skynyrd cover band so i have Opinions

the mangaka has stated that her choice of guitar was mostly/exclusively based on the colour - i haven't seen her comment specifically on the model/year beyond it being a Les Paul Custom, and I doubt she made any definitive decisions about this early on given that by her own admission she "couldn't tell the difference between a guitar and a bass" at the time

that said, it's a fortunate choice in that the flashy, expensive Gibson isn't just a great colour match for Bocchi, but serves as a great projection of the mismatch between Bocchi's "guitarhero" persona and ambitions, and her anxious, awkward personality - a flashy "tuxedo" guitar on a fidgeting teenager in a tracksuit

anyway in this post i will make the case that a) there is not a definitive answer to "what model of Gibson Les Paul Custom does bocchi bocchi the rock play" and b) there are a couple different pertinent answers, none of which take clear precedence

so unnecessarily comprehensive history of the electric guitar, the les paul custom and where bocchi's fits into it

if you don't care about guitar nerd diatribes (it will get more relevant, but not much less nerdy) skip to the *

(cut down from a much more unnecessarily detailed version XD)

over the first half of the 20th century acoustic guitars are in an arms race to get louder as the guitar gains popularity as a solo instrument and individual guitarists are playing to larger audience and playing a larger role in ensembles - in particular, resonator guitars and archtops develop during this period - but in the 30s and 40s various companies and individuals are increasingly experimenting with using electromagnetic pickups and electronic amplifiers to achieve greater volumes than are possible with purely acoustic methods, and as time progresses more people have the idea to forgo soundboxes and acoustic resonance entirely in favour of just electronically amplifying the string itself, to avoid the feedback issues inherent to hollowbody electrics

most notable are Rickenbacker who develop both the first electric guitar outright, a lap steel model for Hawaiian music in 1931, and the first electro-Spanish model (i.e. what we'd consider a conventional electric guitar) with a bakelite plastic body in 1935, and Paul Bigsby, whose custom builds for country legend Merle Travis in the late 40s are the first recognisable modern electric guitars

in the midst of that is jazz guitarist Les Paul, who develops his own prototype called "the log" based on an Epiphone hollowbody, and approaches Gibson with it in the mid 40s, though at the time they aren't interested

at the end of the 40s, radio engineer and inventor Leo Fender had been collaborating with Doc Kauffman - their joint venture saw Kauffman build electric lap steel guitars while Fender built amplifiers for them; when the pair go their separate ways, Fender decides to make his own solidbody guitar (which many would argue takes obvious cues from Bigsby's) which becomes the 1950 Esquire, shortly followed by the Broadcaster, renamed to the Telecaster sometime after

the Telecaster is big news because it's designed from the ground up for mass production - the materials are readily available woods like ash and maple, the neck is bolted on, and the electronics are all mounted in cavities routed onto a flat slab of wood for a body

and it's a hit

so suddenly Gibson wants a slice of the pie, and by 1952 they've brought Les Paul back in and released the first iteration of their Les Paul Model - with a carved top, decorative binding, a metallic gold finish, rosewood fretboard, and separate controls for each pickup, it's obvious Gibson fancies it a more premium product than what radio engineer Leo Fender could come up with, but at first it kinda sucks

the '52 les paul has shortcomings in its design and construction that really undermine it as a product, but over the course of the '50s it undergoes changes, first corrections to the neck angle, the introduction of an adjustable bridge in 1954 to improve intonation, the addition of more powerful, hum-cancelling "PAF" pickups in 1957 and a translucent "burst" finish in 1958, completing the archetypal 1958-1960 "burst" models which, owing to their low production numbers and popularity with famous guitarists, are now the most valuable vintage guitars in existence, with examples selling for the better part of a million dollars

alongside this, in 1953 Gibson releases the premium "Les Paul Custom" model, supposedly on Les Paul's own request as he wanted a classy guitar that looked "like a tuxedo" - so it featured a black finish with multi-ply binding and gold hardware - this is the Bocchi guitar in its original form

we know hers is a genuine Gibson and not one of the myriad copies made by other brands because the headstock logo is clearly shown, and we know it's a Custom because the black finish, gold hardware, inlays (block markers on the fretboard including the 1st fret, and the split diamond on the headstock), and binding are all archetypal Les Paul Custom features that only appear all together on the Custom model

the Custom developed alongside the Les Paul Standard, receiving the same updates; most Customs from the 50s have three pickups, but this layout is somewhat obstructive for players without offering all that much tonally, so later reproductions overwhelmingly favour the two pickup configuration which was less common on originals

anyway, this develops closer and closer to what we can recognise as the Bocchi guitar - we get the PAF pickups and Grover "keystone" tuners around 1958 and in 1960 we get the "reflector" style control knobs (more on this later)

'58-'60 Customs aren't quite as eye-wateringly expensive as the Bursts, but you could still probably buy a fairly nice house if you sold one

1960 is the final production year for the original Les Paul - the body style is replaced from '61 with the smaller model now known as the SG and then reintroduced in 1968 owing to increasing attention on big names who were still playing the "burst" models - guitarists you may recognise from your grandad's record collection; Les Pauls after this point can be regarded as "reissues" of the original model in some capacity

the Custom is reintroduced at the same time, with the most noticeable difference being the availability of new finish colours (not really relevant) and the change from "reflector" style knobs to "amp" or "witch hat" style knobs, which is something i'm gonna harp on about a little bit because it's important to my Bocchi thesis

the basic knob timeline is thus:

1954-1960 customs use all-black "top hat" knobs (left)

late 1960 customs use "reflector" style knobs, with silver or gold-ish inlays marked "volume" and "tone" (middle)

1968-1973 customs use "witch hat" style knobs, which are similar to reflector knobs but with a narrower shaft and a wider, flatter flared base where the numbers are written (right)

1974-1979 customs use reflector knobs again

1980 onwards customs overwhelmingly revert to top hat knobs, until the late 90s when Gibson starts producing models designed to closely replicate specific vintage model years, at which point you start to see the 1960 reflectors and the late 60s witch hats reproduced in relevant reissues

so the above info is most of the basis for my takes on this, let's move on to the bocchi guitar itself

there's two very important reasons i don't think it can be definitively identified, which are somewhat interconnected

the first reason is the pickup selector switch - the version of the guitar that appears in the anime, as well as a lot of the manga art, features a gold "poker chip" ring around the switch, along with a gold tip on the switch - where on a stock model the ring would be black, and marked with the "rhythm" and "treble" positions, while the tip on the switch would be either cream, an orange-y amber colour, which is the result of fading on 1950s plastic and sometimes imitated on modern repros, or black on some later models

^manga, anime and IRL

i would argue that at this point, this detail is well-established as canon, and that's significant because it means the guitar has been modified - a switch like that has never been stock on a Les Paul Custom, and frankly this means any details which could clearly identify Bocchi's guitar beyond "a Les Paul Custom" are things that could easily have been changed, leaving us nothing much to work with

but that's boring, so let's move on

the second thing which confounds identification of Bocchi's guitar is the fact the guitars are really hard to draw (my friend lauren @fabdante tells me they're like horses, because they have very specific unique proportions and look fucked up if you draw them slightly wrong)

that being the case, i think that the gold switch accoutrements developed either as a practical shortcut, or from referencing the guitar based off its first appearance in the manga - where the positions marked on the switch chip are somewhat visible, but the switch nut and washer being somewhat out of proportion makes those look like the switch chip, and i wouldn't be surprised if the gold tip was adopted either for simplicity, or simply referenced from an image where the amber switch tip appeared gold against the other gold hardware; anyway, here's that appearance

i would tend to agree with the fandom's consensus that this particular image is referenced from a reissue of a '68 model, something like this:

the knobs look like witch hat knobs, the binding is heavily yellowed as we see on a lot of reproductions, and the pickguard has the "Gibson custom" promotional sticker on it

...but i don't think this is a good basis for establishing the "canon" model of Bocchi's guitar

the numbers on the knobs appear to be written on the body, rather than the knobs themselves, which suggests that this was mainly referenced from an image like the one above, where some details aren't clearly visible - likewise the indistinctness of the switch ring

and the promotional sticker still being on the pickguard? did bocchi's dad even play this thing?

we know Hamaji was new to this stuff at the time - I would argue she was working from an imperfect reference here and hadn't really hashed out a lot of the details

i think it's more useful to look at the narrative overall, and later depictions of the guitar where its appearance is more settled, to get a better idea of this guitar and its provenance

all this to say that i would make the case, if you look later in the manga and the anime, while aspects of the guitar continue to be drawn somewhat off-model, as it were (particularly the pickguard and, early on, the position of the selector switch), it's much more common for the knobs to appear with the proportions of 1960-style reflector knobs:

now, again, we're somewhat lacking in details to go off - the knobs are pretty much all we have, but the case i would make is that as the design becomes more established, it becomes more established in favour of a 1960 (reissue) model

that being the case, we can go ahead and eliminate some possibilities i would argue are at least "less likely" on the basis of reasonable context:

an actual 1960 model, especially with the rarer 2-pickup configuration, would be worth about 10 million yen or more - if bocchi's dad had one he a) wouldn't let his teenage daughter learn on it and take it to skeevy central Tokyo live houses and school concerts in a gig bag and b) would live somewhere much nicer

while i don't really see the promotional sticker on the pickguard in the guitar's first appearance as canon (the anime omits this detail, and the idea of bocchi's dad at least at some point having been into guitar enough to buy such an expensive model and then never bother to take the protective film off the pickguard, but also let ~12 year old bocchi play it... wouldn't really make sense) it seems fair to assume it's at least a 21st century model

the only "vintage" examples post-1960 that use reflector knobs are the 70s models, which bocchi's dad doesn't seem anywhere near old enough to own from new, and while this less desirable period of vintage Gibsons is a more plausible secondhand buy for an average dude presumably in his 20s than a 1960s model, there's no particular sign of the guitar being that old

anyway, maybe that stuff goes without saying

let's go over some facts and speculations to get to the conclusion

with regard to bocchi's dad, he seems to be in his 20s or 30s as best i can tell given his lack of a face, so realistically he bought the guitar at some point in his 20s, probably in the 2010s

there's no such thing as a cheap Les Paul Custom, the lowest prices are probably around 2-3000 USD or around 300k JPY

of modern historic reproductions, 1960 and 1968 are both years that have been reproduced, but in relatively small numbers since the 1960 model is not substantially distinguished from other 1957-1960 models, except by its knobs, and post-'68 Les Pauls are nowhere near as desirable as the original run

historic reproductions are generally significantly more expensive than the "regular" Les Paul Custom model that doesn't have a historic year attached to it

not of particular significance to you, but of great annoyance to me, is that modern repros are a pain in the ass to google because all the historic reproductions are "Custom Shop" models even if they're not "Les Paul Custom" models, and the Burst models are far more widely reproduced

anyway to conclude:

official manga and anime depictions of Bocchi's Les Paul clearly depict it as a Gibson Les Paul Custom, but are neither consistent enough nor detailed enough to determine a more specific variant definitively - it could be any model of "Black Beauty"-style Custom, without more textual information, which is somewhat frustrating, but also (in my view) worthwhile to acknowledge that there is no definitive answer more specific than "Les Paul Custom"

the most likely candidates are: a "regular" base-model Custom from around 2000-2020, a 1960 reissue model Custom or a 1968 reissue model Custom

probably the most realistic option is the basic Les Paul Custom - this is the Custom Shop's flagship model and already a very expensive guitar, but they can be had for prices that would probably be relatively manageable for someone with a decent job (someone who hasn't had kids yet, anyway) - the knobs would have to have been replaced, but as I've mentioned we already know that the pickup selector hardware is aftermarket, so why not the knobs as well? this is a realistic answer, I just find it frustratingly vague

i personally favour that it's a 1960 reissue - it's not a huge year for reissues but there have been some in the past decade or so and I would argue it's the reissue year that most closely matches the details of the guitar as they appear through most of the run

the consensus in favour of the '68 reissue has some foundation - the first appearance of the guitar definitely seems to be referenced from a '68 reissue, as well as some other early illustrations; however, i would argue that few depictions specifically resemble the '68 as the manga progresses, and none in the anime

#bocchi the rock #hitori gotoh #btr #sally rambles for 2500 words only to tell you (spoiler) that there isnt a clear answer

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goodluckclove · 15 days

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I’m unconvinced you aren’t the Ratatouille rat in disguise with how decadently write about food.

I'm certainly rat-like in that I enjoy a tasty snackkie, and I will occasionally hide under my tall wife's hat.

Really though it's mainly me having a very strong connection to food. I taught myself how to cook when I was 12 and most of my experiences going out are going to get food or to places that sell tiny cakes.

I have very strong opinions on tiny cakes. In my opinion tiny cakes have to be exactly medium-fancy.

I mean the best part about living in Portland is the food scene. So often they have these special food-themed weeks. Burger week. Sandwich week. Wing week (I didn't go to that one). Now it's pizza week again. I got a Hawaiian pizza that had this really subtle bechamel sauce that gave the whole thing a really creamy base. The large cubes of ham were paired with sausage ground and cooked practically to the consistency of chorizo.

The reason I biked downtown to get it was because of the mango habanero aioli, which is perfect because I think Hawaiian pizza is so much better with a little kick of heat to bring out the sweetness of the pineapple (usually I only see this through jalapeno - also very good). The aioli was perfectly spicy in a way that felt almost like an Indian chutney, which maybe was the habanero. The mango gave it a perfect slight sweetness. If I had a jar of the stuff I'd put it on crackers or little slices of baguette.

Anyways describing food is fun and all the other pizzas for pizza week are usually unholy rites to hubris. Last year my now-wife brought me an IKEA meatball pizza and I couldn't leave the bathroom of my terrible studio apartment for an hour. I still do it because I enjoy weird gourmet meals at a reasonable price and I am Clove Gardener, Committee to the Bit.

It's also a fun thing for characters to dwell on. I find it endearing.

#writing asks #more pizza tomorrow #youll watch my downfall in real time

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cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal · 10 months

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rank your sidesteps (and maybe your wayhaven detectives if youre feeling frisky) from "most likely to enjoy pineapple on pizza" to "will start a physical altercation over pineapple on pizza"

Oh, gods, you've broken my scale of "weird little things I don't really need to know about my OCs". Ok, um. Hm.

Sidesteps:

Seongwon - Starting a fight to get pineapple pizza added to the order. Anathema talked her into trying it and she rather likes it. Gets annoyed when people make a fuss about it. It's a pizza order and she's hungry.

Remus - Sweet tooth from hell. Like, his vice is alcohol, but it manifests as those fruity cocktails that are mostly simple syrup, so sweets is a close second. Adding pineapple on pizza just means extra sugar to balance out the pizza sauce. He's stolen the whole box on pizza nights at Rangers HQ.

Rashad - Never had it. It's traditionally served with ham and Rashad tries to eat halal when they can.

Corin - Aggressively ambivalent. High key hates eating, anyway, and would live off of meal replacement shakes and filler calorie drinks if Julia wouldn't harass him for it. Adding pineapple to pizza is going to neither improve nor degrade a pizza for him because it was always going to be wretched anyway.

Mateo - Personally dislikes it, but he's not going to make a fuss about it. There's probably enough other pizza to go around. In the situation that there's only pineapple pizza (which, let's be honest, is an Anathema or Ortega prank), he's picking off each piece and flicking it at the prankster.

Cassian - Has tackled Anathema to rip the phone out of her hand when ordering pizza to keep her from ordering pineapple pizza. Mostly for the bit, but also because they hate the smell of Hawaiian pizza. Ortega tried to talk him into trying a bite and got a kick to the gut.

Detectives:

Isaac - The things he puts on pizza upsets Tina and Verda. He's actually banned from placing pizza orders for the group. Pineapple on pizza would be a mercy comparatively. But, yeah, he likes it.

Julian - Hates the texture of pineapple, but likes the flavor. He's tried to experiment with how to impart pineapple flavor to pizza without physically putting pineapple on it. It's not gone well.

Raine - Doesn't like pineapple on pizza, but also doesn't like when people are assholes about others' eating preferences. He'll order Hawaiian pizza just to spite someone being loud about hating it. He'll even eat a few slices for good measure.

Thank you for the absolutely wild ask. This was a lot of fun!

#Now I have to tag all my character lol #Rashad Basri #remus ramirez #Seongwon Kim #Mateo de la Cruz #Corin Brooks #Cassian Barrett #Raine Callaghan #julian mendez #Isaac Rosenfeld

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cyberdragoninfinity · 1 year

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Now I have to know this for GX College AU: Who orders what from IPC?

IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR LIKE A WEEK here are my declarations:

Jaden: cannot be stopped from ordering at this establishment. I feel like he'd fuck with a supreme pizza, just put everything on there, man. AND cheesy garlic breadsticks!!!!!!!

Yubel: cheesy garlic breadsticks as well :]

Syrus: just remembered i made him lactose intolerant. lol. anyway he's perpetually nervous about ordering from there with Jaden's soft 'ban' but he'll enjoy a breadstick or two. A slice of pepperoni with extra red pepper flakes on it, perhaps.

Chazz: feels like a Meatlover's pizza type of guy to me.

Alexis: I'm declaring her a Hawaiian pizza lover, so she's already on Paradox's shit list for that. Shes also one of the select few people who even bother with IPC's one meager little salad option and every time she's kind of disappointed but she keeps getting it.

Aster: WILL order the specialty pizza of that Paradox has conjured up and WILL write a Google review about it. Also he's a whiteboy you know he'd go ham on some cheesy breadsticks.

Zane: breadsticks. will eat maybe 2 and 1/3 of one. he has never actually ordered from there himself but if Atticus is calling in an order he WILL add breasticks for zane every time <3

Atticus: pineapple pizza :^) not even hawaiian style just pineapple on a cheese pizza. After Jaden I think Atticus is PDox's least favorite """regular""". Fucking Californians 🙄 (this atticus isnt even from california he's from nebraska. he's just Like That)

Hassleberry: MEATLOVER'S AS WELL. GUY WHO WILL JUST ORDER MEATBALLS AND EAT THAT. ordering insane off-menu options and eating them like the most delighted tyrannosaurus.

Jesse: orders some personalized blue cheese-vegetable abomination (slash pos) and gives scraps of green pepper and mushroom to Ruby and the other Beasts.

Bastion: he is going HAM on that MID HOUSE SALAD!!! Hell yeah man eat those grape tomatoes!!!

#one day maybe i will rank all gx guys on a scale of one to 10 malefic truth dragons to illustrate how much pdox can tolerate them #ygo posting #asks #5ds pizza au #anonymous #ygo spinoff college au

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boxwinebaddie · 9 months

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cfpom + 'Za! ( pizza )

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO alright alright alright alright!

sorry if i sound really excited i'm getting really close to being done writing chapter thirteen <3 ALSO I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH OMG

the cfpom definitely get together and do smash tournaments and try to kill each other playing overcooked and mario party ( whoever has marjorine on their team is literally suffering in hell because marj is so bad god bless her ) and like everything in their friendship exists on like a rotating system of payments, barters and favors, no one keeps exact track of dollar amounts EXCEPT FOR KYLE BECAUSE HES INSANE AND A MATH KING. but they have like 'turns' so every week or so they trade off who is buying the pizza and what's on it.

( except for stan who like...is gods vegan angel emphasis on vegan and angel bc hes too nice to make everyone suffer thru vegan pizza so he gets his own and anyone who wants a slice can have one...except for cartman if hes mean to kyle more than three times a kickback...yes hes on a quota...yes he fails every time )

**kenny also had a brief stint of working at dominos and was carrying the team for a while there...even as the brokest bitch...icon behavior

anyways...PIZZA HC TIME COWABUNGA DUDE! *hang loose*

ok starting off...i'd say strong but its weak...i hate you cartman...he is definitely ordering...whatever the equivalent of ordering the arby's Meat Mountain is but for pizza...like whatever the meat lovers man meaty man man meat testosterone surprise special for meaty beefy men is...theres like no sauce or the sauce is ranch based oh my god...the whole butchers shop is on that thing its horrifying

and like i really do not think stan minds at all with meat being eaten around him...but every crunchy boy vegan plant based bone in stans body screams out in pain and revulsion if hes within like five inches of fartmans meaty man pizza...he is like EWEWEWEW!!!! fully gaggin

stan like jumps into kyles lap in horror to get away from it and kyle is half like...thank u for ur service fartman being useful for ONCE...and is half like u are absolutely revolting 2 me u disgusting waste facility

he is also making...too many sexual noises eating that pizza...Jail!

kenny and marjorine are pineapple on pizza TRUTHERS! ( so am i )

like pep!canon kenny is the pina colada chapstick, he is a tropical king! fruity legend! taste buds are immaculate hes ahead of his time

he definitely believes in hawaiian pizza supremacy...but i feel like his go to pizza order is definitely like bacon jalapeno pineapple because he's like...its sweet...its salty...its spicy like its the perfect piece of pizza like he is basically deadpool...i also think he likes banana peppers...i cant say why ( ok buffalo chicken pizza ALSO )

LIKE I SAID HE ALSO WORKED AT DOMINOS FOR A BIT ( kenny having a revolving door of rotating jobs in pep is so funny to me ) and he definitely ate pizza nonstop for months ( did he hold that job that long??? idk??? ) when he worked at dominos he totally got to bring home one pizza a shift so the boys were eating for free for a while...

...BUT I CANT SAY THEY WERE EATING GOOD BC KENNY WAS INFAMOUS FOR MAKING THE MOST FOUL HIGH AT 2AM STONER SPECIAL PIZZA SURPRISES FROM HELL...i dont want to talk about the hamburger pizza he made one time...absolutely horrifying. THEYRE LIKE KENNY WHY IS THERE CHOCOLATE ON THIS BRO KHDSK HEEEEEELP

they were eating...Interesting...thats for damn sure. smh like kENNY!!

marj...ok u know what...i really think she could fuck extremely heavy w a barbeque sauce moment ( take us to the south miss marjorine! ) like one of those like barbeque chicken pizzas with the onions and the garlic and some RANCH!!!!! she is fucking it up!!!!! ( or like even like a white sauce alfredo moment...decadent...beautiful ) and she is using her knife and her fork and everything like a classy lady! she can eat a surprising amount of pizza...everyone is lowkey impressed.

i really do not wanna do kyle this dirty but like...i really do no think he is having any pizza that is not like Cheese Pizza...unless it has extra cheese on it. kyle does not fuck with vegetables that aren't potatoes...also all the toppings on pizza just getting recklessly scattered aggravates the fuck out of his ocd he is like this is a textural and sensory nightmare and kenny is like dude...ily but they can't put exactly ten toppings in a perfect line down the middle...and hes like...they could if they tried...smh...kenny did it for kyle once...kyle said it was the mot beautiful thing hes ever seen...next 2 stan marsh

also he is painfully WHITE he cannot have a modicum of spice or he will die and pass away...but....BUT! he will...OCASSIONALLY...eat pepperoni...but ONLY because stan calls it Kyle Pile Pizza because "it has freckles just like you" and it was SOOOOOOO cute that kyle was like willing to endure that one modicum of spice for stan...true luv

( also i do feel like he puts the napkin in his shirt, turns his head at the exact angle he needs to minimize grease on his face....he did Complex Calculations for it...and does take all the toppings off and stan gets all the little veggies and kenny can have the meat...wow...

....The Power of Friendship...And Undiagnosed Mental Illness <3 )

stan though? ohhhhhhh my god. i feel like whatever their vegan pizza veggie delight ( fartman calls it stan salad smh ) is with like...listen a pesto sauce base moment....ABSOLUTELY FUCKING DECIMATED. kyle is so precise and careful and stan is like CHAOTIC when eating. like all of the ferality he displays w sugar stan channels into fast food ( he is literally a garbage disposal ) its an EVENT! especially if stan is really drunk or really hungover ( which he is either most of the time )

every single sauce is out and every single sauce is on that pizza like the whole pizza is just a vessel for one million sauces. he is like throwing beers back like nobodys business. no napkins he is a nasty nasty nasty boy!!! Digusting!!! shit is FLYING like stan is rollin pizzas into a burrito shape for maximum bite, there is sauce all over his face on his clothes, bell pepper in his hair...ITS IMPRESSIVE AND ITS HORRIFYING SDHLKDS kenny is like clapping and high fives him like a proud dad kyle is so scared hes going to choke and die....cryin...

really all around...as a gang just...incredible work...love them.

-uncle nina <3

#OK THIS IS MY FINEST ACCOMPLISHMENT LIKE THIS IS ALL SO INDESPUTABLY CANON TO ME #like u really really can argue with the wall or ur mom but not me baby i feel this in my soul #its so cute when they have little cfpom stan gang get togethers and hang out like AWWWWW my babies all in one place except cartman DIE PLS #ily style but the cpfom as a gang...i wish i wrote more of them all together in pep i love them so bad #ANYWAYS CANON CANON CANON #hc #cfpom

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butchcraftwrites · 7 months

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Do you think Rhea would like pineapple on pizza ? Also good luck with the car, I hope the mechanic arrives soon

Thanks anon - car has been opened and I'm finally back home with the pups!

Rhea would absolutely like pineapple on pizza. I have a feeling she would be the kind of person to switch up what she wanted on her pizza each time she ordered. And it would absolutely be a communal thing for her, too. Like she'd only get pizza when the rest of the lettuce family wanted it.

I think Rhea is just really drawn to tropical or luxurious foods in general? But there's just something so delightful to hear about having pizza with that warm melt-in-your-mouth sweetness that comes from adding pineapple. I feel like she'd also add basil leaves to it and maybe some thinly sliced cursed sausage (go easy on me if this sounds terrible - I haven't had meat in decades and generally can't eat pizza anyway - hot girl tummy problems. I'm imagining flavors).

Byleth is also a fan, as Jeralt would order Hawaiian pizzas on the regular. Flayn is delighted by the premise and Seteth is skeptical at first but comes around to tentatively like it/not hate it. Seteth likes white pizzas loaded with veggies.

#rhea #ask

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jazzeria · 1 year

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Sun nin fai lok! (Happy New Year!)

I made a baked version of nin go (Mandarin: "nian gao", new year cake), which is very similar to Hawaiian butter mochi. Then I cut it into cubes and fried them in neutral oil--with a touch of toasted sesame oil for extra flavour.

The texture is crispy on the outside, and tender/squishy/chewy and sticky on the inside. My partner described it as: "Nuts and gum--together at last!" but in a good way.

When served warm, the inside is a little gooey (my preference); when cool, it's more firm.

Recipe: https://whattocooktoday.com/baked-nian-gao.html

I don't like shredded coconut, so I swapped for toasted sesame seeds. I also subbed out a bit of the butter for coconut oil.

If you like the cake to stay crispy on top, don't use an airtight container to store it. Just press a strip of plastic wrap or waxed paper onto the cut faces (the squishy parts) and leave the top uncovered.

The fried cubes get soggy in an airtight container, too. I think it would be good to keep them on a plate with a cotton towel on top.

Lore/tradition:

The story I heard about this cake growing up (well, the traditional version, anyway) goes something like this... Around this time of year, the Kitchen God visits your household to make a report about your family. But he also accepts bribes. And if the bribes are sticky sweets, they will stick his mouth shut when he goes to make his report!

My family comes from Hong Kong where the popular way to eat it is: cut into slices, dipped in a batter of scrambled egg, and fried.

#chinese new year #lunar new year #lunisolar new year #new year #nian gao #nin go #cake #mochi #butter mochi #new year cake #dessert #AW #shit AW says #stuff AW says #food

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brightgnosis · 1 year

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Yesterday, I don't know what happened. But it's like everything kept going wrong for some reason and nothing kept going right. I was starting to get so angry by it all. Especially when the Cats wouldn't stop fighting.

Echo's in heat now and she's driving Freya and Araris up the wall trying to get their affection because they hate the poor girl and she just wants them to love her. So they keep just low level yowling at her constantly, and I can't handle repetitive noises. It makes me violently angry for no reason. But every time I tried to catch her to crate her so the other three could have a break, she was too fast. So I just had to deal with it for hours- and it's already starting back up again this morning 😭 I'm so ready for our taxes to come in so we can get her spayed already.

Eventually I finally managed to get the "Getting Dressed" task to work for me. So I put on my shiny new Hawaiian shirt, and I tried a new headwrap style. And I put on some very large dangly jewelry. And I liked how I looked. And that kind of made my mood a little better.

But the Cats kept fighting, and things kept going wrong.

Eventually I was at my wit's end and decided I just needed the frick out of the house. So I was going to have my Husband take me out when he got home; I've been craving Pasta for days, but since I had to throw up the Ravioli I ordered Friday, I never really got that kicked. So I was going to find somewhere that served it and have him take me out for a nicer dinner for once.

Then I remembered this week's light monetarily, and I have a bunch of food in the fridge that's about to go back, and he just spent 2 weeks taking care of me, and he'd just made a one-off comment about missing my cooking the other day, and I was finally actually feeling okay (good energy, Lyrica wasn't hitting me sideways, etc) so cooking wasn't dangerous for me ... And I've been craving cooking lately anyways.

So I changed my mind and said screw it instead, and just gathered up everything to make something here, then had him stop by WalMart on the way home for some meat.

I wound up completely making up a roasted Bell Pepper and Cream pasta sauce (blended to a pulp, so I could actually eat it and go to bed without having another flare)- with Turmeric, Mustard, Coriander, Paprika, Cayenne, Garlic Powder, Onion Powder, and Salt. Then I made some Meatballs made with 1/2 Pork Sausage 1/2 Ground Beef to go with, seasoned with Sage, Cinnamon, Mace, Nutmeg, Allspice, Clove, Cayenne, Paprika, Mustard, and a dash of Herbs de Province. And I served it with Linguine (because I thought I had Fettuccini and didn't) and some crusty Sourdough slices.

It was really fucking good. And you know what ... Yeah. It really did make everything better last night. I'm glad I did that. It really seemed to make my Husband happy, too, and that was nice as well. It's been a long time since I saw him smile like that; I think we're both kind of miserable in this house, even though he won't admit it on his end.

Anyways. I'm feeling better today- if a bit shorter in the fuse than usual. So far, at least. So I think I'm going to try and finish the rest of the list from yesterday before Lunch today. We'll see.

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catty-words · 2 years

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Would die to hear about the slayer one, anything with the jean jacket verse, and/or the one that has ghost in the title (sorry im on mobile i can't see the post lol) !!

a slayer AU snipped for you! (you can find another one here and here)

She thinks she hears laughter over the deep bass of the cave shaking itself apart, but she doesn’t have the chance to pinpoint where it’s coming from before a crack splits the ground open to her left and a creature the size of an SUV flies out, a fiery yellow streak across the cave’s high ceiling.

“What the fuck?” she repeats, rotating in place to keep her eyes on the creature’s trajectory and raising her ax to the ready.

“Who the fuck,” she hears Hawaiian Shirt correct. “This is Gama, I believe. Sworn protector of the knowledge you seek.”

“How—?”

She starts to ask how he knows any of this, but a car-sized bird with boundless black eyes and a red-tipped beak lands in front of her, taking precedence.

She can do this. Can’t be that much harder than her trig homework, she just has to—

The bird swipes at her with clawed feet the size of her head, and she narrowly avoids getting slashed by jumping backward. She trips over a rock as she goes and has to flail a second to maintain her balance.

“Watch out,” Hawaiian Shirt says, voice seeming to come from the ceiling itself.

Devi doesn’t have time for more than a growl of reproach before the bird is leaning in and screaming in her face. The noise hits her with all the impact of a physical wall, sending her stumbling several steps back.

Nostrils flaring, she steadies herself and then screams back.

Hawaiian Shirt has the audacity to laugh.

“I’m not afraid of you,” Devi says, and she’s pretty sure she’s talking to the bird. She swings her ax with as much force as she can muster, and it pings off the bird’s beak, making it shriek again, this time in pain.

While it’s distracted, she dives forward, looking to put herself in the open middle of the cavern instead of easily backed against the wall. She doesn’t put enough momentum behind the action, though, and her shoulder rolls at an unpleasant angle over some debris. She lands with an oof flat on her back, still close enough to the bird that she could reach out and touch its forked tail feathers.

“Pretty sure the claws secrete poison,” Hawaiian Shirt is saying from his hiding place as the very talons in question come slicing through the air, intent on pinning Devi to the ground. “If the legends are to be believed anyway.”

“Are you shitting me?” Devi asks no one in particular, rolling out of range as fast as she can.

She’s going to kill Kamala. A whole ten minutes on the species of mushroom that can grow in this cave system, but not so much as a whisper about a giant demon bird with poisonous talons? Good-for-nothing Watcher.

(wip game)

#ghostmaggie #replies #wip title game #love unlocking previously unreached depths of kamala love through the writing of this fic #devi the vampire slayer

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mood2you · 2 months

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Food Journal 2/22

Breakfast : Bagel and egg

Lunch : Ono Hawaiian (mostly macaroni salad, one single piece of chicken I'd left myself, some cabbage)

Lunch 2 : Breakfast burrito and bag of snap peas

Lunch 3 : Broccoli chedder soup

Snack : Watermelon, watermelon smoothie

Snack : Rice and teriyaki sauce

I think these journals are making me hungrier. I really seriously think that your job should ask when you usually eat meals and be forced to give you meal breaks AT normal times. I know there will be a rush, but imagine if I ate dinner at 7 and you ate at 6, THAT would work out if there were enough workers to cover the rush. Working in a walkable city should be so casual that you could find someone who eats at 5 to work 2 hours, and not feel like their whole day is leading up to working, but instead so casual and easy.

Anyways, tomorrow's Friday which means no meat, but I also have to cook dinner, but I don't want to go shopping, but now I'm sitting on me bed I don't want to take any meat out, we probably already ate all the fish anyways. My coworker, who has no respect for "the schedule" which sucks ass and is always changing anyways and three times was not even sent to us, and we're basically on call for free all the time, wanted me to cover his shift but I don't feel like working 6 days a week. Working is what's stopping me from doing the dishes. My other coworker wants the overtime, he won't get it though, and (as though talking about a puppy's face) I can't say no to my boss. I said no to my coworker. I said maybe. I have bad time management anyways I would get the same done with or without having my day taken up. I'm tired of being judged by people. I keep on accidently being passive aggressive to my boss, I think "accidentally passive aggressive" just means careless. Last week it was from poor sleep hygene, this week I have no excuse, but last week was worse. It wasn't my boss exactly, but I know she'd point to it. My routine is changing soon, a routine I obliterated, it's becoming a routine again, some structure. I could have made a routine if I'd had time. I need to go to the DMV and the car repair. I will do it in 2 weeks. As I said on my other blog "this is my last week of goofing off and drawing all day" and Friday was going to actually be all day.

I have all these things like "most of a cabbage" "whole bag of spinach" "frozen spinach" "watermelon" all I've done with it is cube the watermelon. I have a trick which is just using a sharp knife and shaving it while it's in quaters, instead of cutting the triangle slices and trimming the rind off. If you do it lazy style some of the pieces are less tender. Watermelon used to have a lot of white and some black seeds but it's gotten to have more flesh in my lifetime. That's good but I'm suspisious of that stuff, maybe it's less fiber or something. Thinking about inflation makes me think how did we not do gangbusters selling xyz, it was probably only a dollar then. 3 fucking dollars. How can they say inflation is 3% when they also say food prices have doubled, what is it 3% per week?

Well, I try to keep this stuff off my main anymore. Well, you're not the only one going through it. Goodnight.

I'm just mad I've been working on comics for a month, but it's been 3 comics so I have no buffer of anything, it's stupid to start a comic concurrantly, I want to and can't decide. Just because I finished an outline doesn't mean I can't wing it on a different project and save the outline for later. This week has been very long. I haven't seen my friends much this week because we've been annoying each other last week. I keep having to work. I wish the schedule wouldn't change. I wish my coworker would ask for days off 2 weeks in advance. I hope my boss finds someone to cover him easily and doesn't even have to ask me. I w

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medicinemane · 6 years

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You know, I’ll say it again, I think one of the things that puts people off about pineapple on pizza is that it’s usually paired with ham, and ham is just kind of slimy on pizza and doesn’t really bring out any flavors

Everyone should consider trying pineapple with pepperoni. The acidity of the pineapple goes will with the flavor of pepperoni, they work well together

I’m not saying anyone has to like pineapple on pizza who doesn’t, what I’m saying is hawaiian pizza sucks, try switching pepperoni for ham. If you didn’t like pineapple on a hawaiian, consider doing what I’m suggesting. I don’t care if you do, but that’s my advice to make pineapple have the best flavor on a pizza

(Also make sure you’re having pineapple that doesn’t suck, you know how good the place you’re getting pizza from is, you know if they’d have actually fresh pineapple or old garbage. If the pineapple isn’t at least medium quality then yes, poor quality pineapple is bad on pizza)

#Like I really don't care if people like or dislike pineapple pizza #This is just a PSA in the same way I'd tell someone Keystone lite is piss water so consider trying a real beer before you judge beer #Honestly I just find most deli sliced meat to be really soggy #Like I like turkey but deli meat turkey sucks #And I'm just not that big a fan of most ham so the kind they put on hawaiians I find terrible #Where as even trashy pepperoni tends to crisp up nicely and a little acidity really compliments it #Let me put it this way #People get pepperoni pizza all the time but when was the last time someone just got a ham pizza?#Anyway none of this matters at all I mean eat what you like #This is just one of those things where I'm not mad people don't like pineapple on pizza #I'm mad that hawaiian pizza is a thing when usually the ham's just nasty on it #I'm mad because I feel like there might be some people who could enjoy pineapple if they had it served to them right #I don't care that they don't like it I care that society chose wrong with what to pair with pineapple

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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Lifeguard on Duty

Summary: Warren was supposed to be looking for a summer job but when he sees you on the beach he decides to become a lifeguard. And hopefully confess his feelings for you

Word count: 2,376

Warren and Spencer were sitting at the lifeguard station spending lunch together. Warren had his legs kicked up in the small desk and Spencer leaned against the back wall, taking a deep breath of the shared joint. He was messing with the life preservers that lined the wall, he exhaled the smoke before passing it to Warren, moving to lean on the desk, staring out at the crowded beach. “Warren, why did you even take this job?”

“Cause I like the ocean.” Warren hummed, inhaling deeply and letting his eyes flutter shut. He wasn’t really supposed to be smoking up here but he was the only lifeguard on duty today. So goody two shoes Lance Norris, the posterboy for lifeguards couldnt rat him out. He flicked the rolled up stub out the window, watching as it sizzled out in the sand below. He stood up, exiting the booth and Spencer followed him. “Plus the view isn't bad.” Warren looked out on the women sunbathing in skimpy bikinis and the men swimming in insanely tight speedos

Spencer rolled his eyes. “Pervert.” Warren winked at him, turning back to face the beach crowd.

Warren wouldn't admit it but there was another reason he had taken the job. You. His dad had been hounding him to take a summer job so he had been out on the boardwalk picking up applications. He was planning on lying and saying he had gotten a job and then blowing all summer with Spencer but then he had seen you. He had stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, he watched as you took the ramp down to the beach and made a beeline for the lifeguard station.

You greeted them with a wide smile and passed up a basket filled with lunch for the two lifeguards on duty. He felt himself smile as he took you in, watching as you made polite conversation with your friend before sitting down on the beach, a book in hand. Warren came to the boardwalk for a week after that to see if you’d return. And sure enough you came everyday to sit in the same spot and read. Watching the waves roll in before leaving a couple hours later. And every friday you brought lunch up to the lifeguard station, there were other days when you bought snacks for them. He figured out that you brought lunch on Fridays because your friend Mary had a shift that day, so you would bring something for her and her coworker.

So Warren applied and got in after passing the entrance exam and acing the physical. It wasn't too hard considering he used to do sports and much to the disapy of Lance, the head lifeguard, he made the force. He even had the dumb luck of working on the friday shift with your friend Mary. He was really nervous to talk to you and spend his first few shifts hiding away when you came to see your friend. But after a while Mary had had enough of his endless questions about you and introduced you both. He had nearly died when you said his hair looked pretty in the afternoon sun.

After that he tried to talk to you when he could. Making small conversation here and there and asking a million questions, but you didn’t mind. Answering every one and asking some of your own. After a few weeks he developed a friendship with you, though he wanted more. He had wanted more since the moment he had seen you if he was being honest.

He loved your beautiful (y/s/c) skin that soaked up the sun and the way your (y/h/c) shinned and blew in the wind. He loved listening to you talk about your latest book and even tried reading some of them so he could talk to you about them. Though he preferred to hear you talk about them instead.

But he was too much of a coward to voice his feelings so instead he hoped you would catch on, maybe take note of his flirting and longing looks for more. But it seemed you thought of him as just a friend. So he let the summer slip away, there were only a couple weeks left and still he was too nervous to confess. Wondering what would happen when summer ended.

Unknown to him you had developed quite a crush on the curly haired lifeguard. Even bringing him lunch when Mary wasn't there and slipping in little treats here and there. You walked down the beach, your wicker basket in hand, Warren saw you coming and leaned over the rail to the point where you thought he was going to fall over. His loose Hawaiian shirt fluttering around him, open exposing his suntanned chest to you. He whistled at you, making you laugh. “Hey, pretty thing.” He called out, as you got closer you could see him smirking at you from his perch.

“Hey you.”

He lowered his sunglasses giving you a coy wink. “What’s for lunch today?” He asked, reaching down to take the basket from your outstretched hands.

“Turkey club with a side of chips and a slice of cake for dessert.”

He licked his lips, rubbing a hand over his stomach. “You’re too good to me honey.”

You giggled, flushing at his pet name. “I know.” You both smiled at one another, so invested in your own little world you didn't even notice someone else was there until Spencer cleared his throat. You turned to look at him, breaking away from Warren who let out a groan at the loss of attention. “I’m sorry, I didn't see you there. I’m (y/n).”

“I’m Spencer.” He gave you a small wave and you returned it.

“It’s nice to meet you Spencer.” You both exchanged polite smiles. “I’m sorry I didn’t know you were going to be visiting Warren for lunch. If I had I would have brought lunch for you too.”

Spencer opened his mouth to reply but Warren cut him off. “Don’t worry about him babe he was just leaving.”

“I wasn’t-”

Warren shot him a pointed look with a tight smile. “Just leaving.”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I get it.” Spencer shoved his hands into his pockets and pushed past Warren to go down the steps to the beach.

“I’ll see you later man.” Warren called out to Spencer's retreating form.

“Whatever.” He replied.

“He seems nice.” You said, shielding the sun from your face with your hand as you watched Spencer walk away. “Kinda cute too.”

Warren scoffed “Not cuter than me I hope.”

You smiled, crinkling your face up at him. “Maybe.”

Warren held his hand up to his chest faking hurt, as if your words had physically wounded him. “You’ve wounded me babe.”

You just laughed. “Well anyway I better let you eat lunch, I’ll see you around Warren.” You moved to leave.

“Wait!” Warren’s voice made you turn back around. He cleared his throat, lowering his voice back to its normal level. “Would you maybe wanna eat lunch with me?”

“But I only packed lunch for you.”

“I’m not that hungry ,anyway, I had a big breakfast. Maybe we could split it.” He gave you a nervous smile.

You pursed your lips, pretending to think over his offer. Warren was watching your every movement, waiting for your answer. “Alright.”

Warren’s face split open in a wide smile, he helped you up the steps and made a big show of pulling out his only chair for you. As you turned away from him he quickly shoved his trash out of view, kicking discarded candy wrappers into the corner and covering them with a bucket. “Wow, you really do have the best seat in the house.” You mused, taking in the waves and the way the sun bounced off the water.

Warren leaned against the counter, his back to the ocean, his eyes trained on you alone. “I really do.”

Talking with Warren was alway made time fly. He was so passionate about his interests that you could listen to him talk for hours on end. And he could say the same, he loved watching the way you talked with your hands and the way you talked faster when you were excited about something. Lunch had been finished long ago and the sun was already starting to set on the horizon.

“I’ve noticed you’ve never gone swimming.” Warren blurted suddenly. His eyes widened when he realized his statement could come off as rude and he quickly tried to take it back.

“No it’s okay.” You laughed. “I just never learned how.” Warren started at you with his mouth hanging open. “What?”

“You never learned how to swim.” He asked, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips.

“I know I know.” You looked out at the ocean. “I always wanted to though.”

“Why don’t you let me teach you?” Warren proposed. “I’m a pretty good swimmer if I do say so myself.”

“Is that so?”

“I mean that’s what my lifeguard certification says.” He pointed at the hanging frame. A picture of warren hanging next to a sign that said certified lifeguard, and underneath in black sharpie, and an excellent swimmer.

You giggled. “Very impressive.”

“Seriously let’s go for a swim.”

“Aren’t you on duty Mr. Certified lifeguard?”

“Yeah but there no one here.” You looked out at the beach and Warren was right. The beach was basically empty, everybody leaving for home as soon as the sun had begun to set. “Come on, you know you want to.” Warren poked at your side playfully. “Come on, come on…” Warren poked you with every come on until you swatted his hand away with a laugh

“Alright fine!”

“Yes!” Warren took your hand and dragged you down the steps, tossing his Hawaiian shift over his shoulder to hand on the wooden handle of the lifeguard station. You both got to the edge of the water, the waves tickling your feet.

“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

“You don’t need one.” Warren wiggled his eyebrows suggestively making you rolled your eyes and hit his chest. You blushed as you undressed, nervous at how he would perceive you. But when you turned to face him his eyes were wide with wonder taking all of you in. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered, more to himself than to you.

You blushed, pulling him into the water. “Let’s swim already.” He laughed taking hold of your hand. He squeezed it as he felt you tense, the water now up to your waist. He tried to lead you further but you stopped, feet digging into the sand. He moved closer to you, putting your arms around his shoulders. “I got you.” You let him pull you further out, your feet leaving the ground as you both ventured deeper.

Warren tread through the water, his arms moving you both as you clinged onto him for dear life. Your eyes were squeezed shut, afraid that if you opened them you’d panic and struggle against his hold. Your legs were tangled with his, trying to imitate his movements. After a while you opened your eyes, Warren starring at you with a soft smile. You returned it, letting your head fall onto his shoulder, completely at peace in his arms,

“(Y/n)?” Warren asked, wetting his chapped lips. You hummed against his shoulder in response, encouraging him to continue. His heart was thumping in his chest but he knew if he didn’t say anything now he’d let the rest of the summer slip away. He took a deep breath,“I like you.” He blurted it out all at once, almost too jumbled for you to make out. But you heard it, head snapping up to meet his gaze. He watched your face for a reaction, but you just tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him close. Warren’s eyes widened as his lips collided with yours, melting into your touch. Your lips still tasted like the chocolate cake from lunch, and it made the kiss that much sweeter.

When you pulled away you rested your forehead against his, breathing in his summery scent. “Does that mean you like me too?” Warren asked in an unsure voice.

“Of course I do you idiot.” You leaned your lead back to look at him clearly. “I’ve liked you since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Ditto.”

You rolled your eyes. “How romantic of you Warren.”

“Come on.” Warren mused, his lips brushing yours. “You know you love it.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” You pulled him close again, your lips molding perfectly into his. Your fear of swimming melting away as you floated in the water with him, knowing that the rest of the summer would be spent like this. In his arms under the soft glow of the summer sun.

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thebreakfastgenie · 2 years

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Thoughts on pineapple on pizza?

Oh this is great! I'll tell the story, it's been a while. I'm not going to dig up the piece I wrote on this in high school right now but maybe I will later and I still think it's any good I'll post it.

First, let me say this. I don't like it. I do like fruit and savory as a combination. I love pineapple in stir fry. But there's something about pineapple with tomato. Pineapple salsa is okay, so actually maybe it's just the pizzas sauce flavors. But I don't like it on the merits. It's like... too sweet? And I feel pretty strongly about this and I love getting riled up about food, so obviously the memes are fun.

But there's more.

I've basically only had pineapple on pizza once. I think I tried a bite of it once a few years after that, but basically one time. And with some other foods I'd say I should try them again to see if I like them better, but with this my reasons for not liking the flavors are pretty well articulated so I don't think it's a quality thing.

Anyway. I don't know how to tell this the short way, so a lot of this has nothing to do with pineapple on pizza. Hang in there.

I was ten. I was at my best friend's house.

My best friend had arrived at my house on a Sunday night and stayed through Monday, and on Tuesday morning her mom took us back to her house. I finally ended up going home on Wednesday morning. Tuesday was fun. Really you could have left the two of us in a dungeon and we would have had a great time as long as we were together, but her mom took us to a movie at the one dollar theater. It was Madagascar, a movie I saw many times around that time. She bought us popcorn, which is notable to me because it was only the second time I'd ever had movie theater popcorn. The first was at this same friend's birthday party a few months earlier. My best friend's mom would not stop feeding us. On the way home, she bought us chicken nuggets at the Wendy's drive-thru. Then we got home and she served us sloppy joes for lunch. I don't know if it's because I was there or not.

We had a great day. There were toys and computer games and mostly we just enjoyed each other's company. There was also an interlude of family drama and tears during which time I awkwardly stared at a box of Disney World memorabilia, but we recovered quickly.

Finally, in the evening, my best friend's dad came home from work and made a frozen pizza. It was a Hawaiian pizza, ham and pineapple. Neither one of us had ever had it before, but we agreed to try it. We each had a slice, and immediately agreed that it was disgusting. That it was absurd that anyone would eat this. The reason I told everything leading up to this is I feel that maybe, if I set the stage, it's easier to understand why this made such an impression. It's just one of those things, you know? Her dad is someone who likes to joke around, and we were teasing him about how bad the pizza was. There was just a summer three-day-sleepover energy in the air.

We didn't eat any more pizza. I guess we were hungry, despite all the food we'd been given all day, because we decided to eat other things instead. I found a packet of dinosaur oatmeal which I excitedly made, because I used to eat it all the time when I was younger and I hadn't had it for years. My best friend started eating pieces of pepperoni straight out of the package. I had never realized this was option before and I was fascinated. To this day, when I eat pieces of pepperoni, I think of her. Somehow, these choices of snacks made the whole thing funnier.

We talked on the phone a lot. We used to talk for so long we'd run down the batteries on cordless phones and have to change out receivers. My family left for vacation, and I talked to her on my mom's flip phone from the back of my parents' car while we were driving from Ohio to Maine and the call kept dropping when we lost service in upstate New York. It didn't matter, I just called back when we got service again.

The pineapple pizza became kind of a cherished memory. We thought it was unbelievably funny that we had been served this gross pizza and had chosen instead the superior meal of pepperoni and dinosaur oatmeal. I imagine this inside joke would have burned itself out in a couple of months, especially once we went back to school and had new experiences to laugh about. But after I went home on Wednesday morning, I never saw her again.

We tried pineapple on pizza in the summer, I think in early July, and she died that September. And so the absolute vileness of pineapple pizza, long before it became a memetic debate on the internet, was an inside joke I had with myself. Something I kept going, because it was one of the last things I shared with my best friend.

I miss her.

When I was a teenager and the internet first got all verklempt about pineapple on pizza, I was going through a somewhat emotional period about all of this, and I very seriously refused to ever eat pineapple on pizza out of deference to this years old joke that no one understands but me. I don't feel as strongly about it now. It's been almost ten years since then, almost sixteen since she died, and my feelings about it have changed, as they do every so often. It doesn't seem so important now, but I still think about it fondly.

And I still don't eat pineapple on pizza.

#cw child death

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