We decided that a Hawaiian Pizza Dip should not let any part of the pineapple go to waste, so we decided to bake the pizza dip right into the pineapple remains.
The pizza joint next door does a good slice of violence. An argument mushrooms. The cops on speed dial and paramedics export an unsatisfied customer to the hospital. Something about pepperoni, some kind of insult, I hear a metal pipe over the skull settled it.
You know the expression, "It's a hard job, but somebody has to do it"? Well, we love pizza, but we make this list as hard on ourselves as we can. It's one of The Daily Meal's most compulsively tracked rankings. Why? Because Americans love pizza.
In the 90s, more often than not, you could find me sporting Sailor Moon pigtails, digging into pizza pockets, and washing them down with a Kool-Aid Jammer. The turnover-style pizza was one of my favorite lunches growing up (followed only by Dunkaroos).
My first time in Germany was quite shocking, especially because of having to deal with all the stereotypes and misunderstandings which are counterproductive and misleading in the encounter between cultures.
One of the truest ways to experience a city is to taste it, and that tour de taste should probably start with a bite of the city's most iconic food. Restaurants that serve these traditional tastes are stops not to be missed on your travels.
There's good news for those of us who strive to incorporate cheese into every meal possible.
Milton comes in. There is little poetry left in the man. He's shoeless. Toothless. His face traduced and trampled. The cracks on his face are dry. Saltiness settles in the hollows under his eyes. The dead see, too.
It actually takes the stomach three to four hours to empty out. When you lie down immediately after a big meal, not only is your stomach still churning out hydrochloric acid, an entire acidic food mixture is just sitting there.
You can't buy much for $2 these days, but in Philadelphia, you can feed yourself and a homeless neighbor with just a couple of bucks.
We all know that Hot Pockets were God's answer to the burning question, "How can I make my pizza more fun to eat?" Unfortunately, the devil got a piece of the action as well. He never fails to scald the insides of our mouths as we take that first bite of lukewarm bread only to reach the fiery cheese and sauce within.
Try them out for your next birthday party or backyard barbecue, and I promise you won't be disappointed.
I got some junk mail the other day from Pizza Nova, and I have a huge beef with their use of carnist language to invisibilize the cruelty of agribusin...
This is the way this food should be made.
Sitting on that terrace with a double espresso macchiato and relishing the dreamy view, we could have been eating Pop-Tarts and we'd have been as happy as clams.
by guest blogger Suzanne Lenzer, food stylist and author of Truly Madly Pizza When it comes to my vegetable garden, I am an unrequited lover. Each ...
Turns out the kiddie empire has some highly unexpected cameos in its past.