Okay, I’ve remonstrated before about the dangers of food ideas that looks great
in toilets on paper, but probably shouldn’t be brought out in the light of day, but this one hits me WHERE IT HURTS: Pizza.
For those of you who know me, you know I’m not exactly “fat,” but definitely not in shape. I’m not someone you look at and go “Oh, he’s got years of heredity and gland issues that’s keeping him plump.” I’m someone you look at and go “Jesus, he could work out every once in a while, huh?” So don’t question me on food, especially on matters of cake and pizza. I love me some cake and pizza.
This looks too awesome to be awesome. Like if I bought it, my car would break down later, or I’d lose money in the market, or I’d get a brick through my window. There has to be some evil associated with this temptation (NO, NOT GLUTTONY). The Stuffed Crust pizza set the bar for the imagineers of the food industry. It’s like “Oh, I’m tired of JUST having delicious bread at the end of my pizza, let’s make it a cheese stick.” But how am I supposed to eat this? Like an appetizer that turns into a full meal? That’ s an old Mexican restaurant trick: notice the supreme nachos and quesadillas – FULL MEALS IN AND OF THEMSELVES – are always in the appetizer section.
Let me know if anyone counters any demons or vile happenings after ordering this. I’ll let you know after I have mine
in about five minutes later.