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dantakeyoman · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 | 𝐥. 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬

♡ 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍? 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚? 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒄 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓? 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎? *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒚2𝒌 *

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

You flinched at the sound of Lance slamming his tray down on the table, him angrily sitting himself down.

"Someone's madder than usual," you teased, taking a bite of your hoagie.

Ilana looked down at his plate, disgusted by the green mush he was shoveling into his mouth.

"How can you eat this stuff?" She asked, concerned.

Newton did a scan of the food.

"Nitrates, magnesium, mono-sodium glutamate. Actual meat content: one percent," he reported.

"Did not need to know that," you sighed.

'Thank God I get my food from a place.'

"One percent. That's horrible. People shouldn't be eating this," she suddenly stood up, "I have to do something."

"OhmygoshIlanapleasenothere-." "Excuse me, everyone! Hello! Everybody stop!" She interrupted you, standing up on the table.

"Oh my God, she's doing it," you groaned, covering your face.

"This food is unsafe, unhealthy! I think change is needed. I think it's time to demand healthier food. I wanna help. And we can start by creating a new school menu. Something nutritious. A healthy body means a healthy mind. We can band together and make this happen! Who's with me!?"

"I am!" Newton announced, standing up on his seat.

Lance facepalmed, and you dropped your head onto the table.

'I'll have to talk to her about social cues later.'

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

"Smells like food in here. Whatchu guys makin'?" You smiled, walking into the kitchen.

"We thought we'd create some new menu items to petition to the school," Ilana answered, Newton pulling out a pan of something from the oven.

"Here we are. Fresh garin koto. I've substituted the Galalunian ingredients with Earth items, but it should be just as good," Newton stated.

"Galaluna? Now I'm interested," you awed, leaning over to smell the food.

Just then, Lance came thumping down the steps, walking into the kitchen as well.

"Octus, did anything come through the rift gate yet?" He asked.

"Not since you asked me ten minutes ago," the robot answered.

'Someone's getting antsy.'

"Hey! This gives you some time to try some of our new menu ideas," Ilana smiled, grabbing his arm.

"No, I'm not," he dismissed.

"C'mon, grumpy! You're gonna love it," she insisted.

"I made red beans with yam foo foo," Newton smiled.

You perked, "Really?"

"I said no!" Lance exclaimed, ripping his arm from Ilana and storming off, the pot on the stove ironically exploding as well.

"Lance, wait-." "Give him some time. I think Earth life is a little slower than Galulunian life. He just needs some time to adjust," you warmly smiled, placing an assuring hand on her shoulder.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

"Come to the food party. You don't have to eat slop anymore," you smiled, handing someone a flier.

"Delicious food, all for you to eat. Stop by at the food party."

Ilana sent you ahead to school early so the team could get a head start on passing out the fliers for the tasting party she was throwing, and you were happy to help.

Just then, you saw Lance not too far away, handing out fliers as well.

With a smile.

'No way.'

"Hey, Lance," you greeted, walking over to him. "I'm surprised you let Ilana talk you into passing out fliers."

"Hey, (y/n/n)," he waved. "I just figured I do her a favor. She is trying to help the school."

Your eyes went wide and your jaw practically hit the floor.

'(y/n/n)? He never calls me that. And he's expressing emotions that aren't anger and misery? Something's up.'

Just then, he was swarmed by a crowd of people, all of which forcing you to the back with Ilana and Newton.

"I don't get it," she sighed.

"Dark hair, bedroom eyes, moody demeanor. I totally get it," Newton smiled.

"And so does everyone else," you muttered, crossing your arms and turning away from the scene in front of you.

You couldn't deny, something was stirring in you at the sight of all those girls fawning over him, and it didn't feel good.

"At least we'll have a good turn out," Ilana smiled. "Anyway, did you guys hear about that Phantom Ninja on the news this morning?"

You perked, "Phantom Ninja? Who's that?"

"Some man went out last night and saved a hostage from a robbery, and beat up the culprits," she explained.

"Huh, odd," you nodded, glancing at Lance out the corner of your eye.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

After weeks of this ninja nonsense, and Lance being out of it constantly, you connected the dots and figured out that he was the Phantom Ninja.

While helping Ilana and Octus pack the car for the party later that night, Lance came walking out the house.

"I'll be right back, guys," you smiled at the two, walking over to Lance and grabbing him by his arm, pulling him to the side of the house.

"Hey, what're you-?" "Lance, I know you're the Phantom Ninja," you sighed.

His breath hitched, but he kept his composure, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You smile whenever a report about you comes up on the news," you cocked a brow, crossing your arms.

"You're out of it during the day, you're doing your Batman thing by night. This type of schedule isn't sustainable. Your body is going to shut down. What happens if your body gives out during a monster attack?"

"My body is fine," he retorted, crossing his arms.

"It's not just your body, but the fact that you're not supposed to be doing what you're doing anyway. Vigilante justice is illegal here. While I appreciate the passion in keeping the city safe, it's not your responsibility. But defending from otherworldly invaders is your responsibility. You gotta save yourself for when the real threats happen."

He sighed, trying to keep a hard face but clearly showing that he knew you were right.

"Look, I'm not gonna boss you around. You do whatever helps you cope with living on Earth. But I just want you to know there are other options, too. Like I said a couple weeks ago, we can spar if you want. I promise I'm a challenge," you smiled.

He cracked a small smile, "I'll think about it."

"Think about it?" You scoffed. "Sounds like someone's scared to me."

His facial expression quickly changed, "I am not scared," he firmly denied.

"Sure sounds like it," you taunted.

"I-." "C'mon, guys! We don't want to be late~" Ilana smiled, running out the house and into the car.

"Coming!" You called before turning back to Lance.

"Your hero stuff better be put on hold for tonight, though. Ilana worked really hard on this party and as far as I can tell from school, most of the attendants are only coming 'cause of you," you poked his chest.

"I'll be there," he assured.

"You better be," you sighed, turning around and walking towards the car.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower but I'll catch up with you guys," Lance stated.

"See you there. I put your outfit on your bed," you waved, hopping in the backseat and giving Octus the okay to drive off.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

"I'll kill him," you growled, doing another scan of the party to see that Lance was nowhere to be found.

He was late by an hour and a half and the party guests were starting to get antsy.

'I got all dressed up for this, too.'

You wore a black, long-sleeved, turtle-neck dress that came up to your mid-thigh, with some simple black heels to match.

"Where is he?" Ilana asked, concerned.

"I'll call him again," Newton stated.

"I thought Lance was gonna be here," Brittney Stone asked with a scowl, her and her best friend, Stacy McGinnis, walking up to you.

"He is...or...he's supposed to be," Ilana answered.

"So he's not coming?" Stacy cocked a brow.

Newton and Ilana shared a sad look, and Brittney scoffed.

"I can't believe we wasted our Friday night on this," she glared at Ilana.

"And I'll waste you if you don't start showing some respect. You were invited to the party, not to see Lance," you spat, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Pfft. What-ever," Stacy scoffed, rolling her eyes and walking away.

You turned to Ilana with begging eyes but she glared at you, "No violence."

Sucking your teeth, you watched as all of the party guests began to file out one by one, until no one was left in the gym except for you three.

"How could Lance do this?" Ilana asked sadly, watching as one of her banners fell.

"At least we have a lot of foo foo to eat....right?" Newton tried to cheer her up.

"Too soon, Newton, too soon," you sighed.

Just then, the doors to the gym swung open to reveal an alien, and you and Newton quickly jumped in front of Ilana.

The thing screeched, using one of it's tentacles to throw Newton into a wall.

"Bazooka!" You quickly remembered, dashing over to the corner of the room where you hid it, Ilana holding off the creature in her mech suit.

You grabbed it and set it up, aiming just in time for Ilana to get slammed into a wall.

"Get away from her!" You shouted, shooting the gun and hitting a bullseye on the alien.

It let out a deafening screech and quickly let go of Ilana, roughly pinning you to the wall instead.

Your head throbbed painfully, and you could feel the blood oozing down your forehead.

'Oh, shit.'

"Any last words?" The alien smirked, revealing a razor-sharp tentacle.

"(y/n/n)!" Ilana exclaimed.

Just as the creature was about to stab you, Lance's mech burst in and punched it away, you roughly hitting the floor.

"(y/n), I-." "Shut up and go get the alien," you strained, weakly sitting yourself up against the wall.

He zipped off to go catch up with the others and you sighed, touching your forehead and seeing the nasty, red liquid.

'This...was a huge wake up call. Maybe I'm not cut out for this stuff. These guys are trained soldiers and indestructible robots and warrior princesses and I'm just...me. Maybe I'm more of a hindrance than help.'

Once the battle was won, the three came rushing back to you, your sorry state making Ilana gasp as she took off her mech.

"Octus, what's her vitals?" Lance asked, kneeling next to you and carefully grabbing your chin, turning your head to check for any other injuries.

"Heart rate is accelerated. Only some minor contusions and a small laceration on the forehead. Other than that all other vitals are normal," Octus reported.

"It is not safe for her to walk in this condition. I will carry her."

"I got it, Octus," Lance sighed, scooping you up bridal style and starting the walk home.

"(y/n/n), I am forever grateful to you. You saved my life today," Ilana sorrily smiled, a good hint of guilt on her face.

"No sweat, Lana. What're friends for," you assured with a weak smile.

Lance slowed his walk, allowing Octus and Lana to get out of earshot before he began.

"(y/n), I-." "I asked for one thing, Lance. Show up to Ilana's party. And you don't," you interrupted curtly.

"You went crime fighting, didn't you? And I'm guessing you got captured by the creature?"

He hung his head and you sighed again, your eyes traveling down to his wrist, which had a bone sticking out under the skin.

"Oh my God, Lance! Your wrist! The monster did that?!" You exclaimed, all ideas of scolding going out the window.

"I did that. It was the only way I could escape," he stated plainly.

'Holy shit.'

"You shouldn't be carrying me like this. I can walk-." "Stop," he dismissed, tightening his grip to keep you still.

You looked up at him, eyes wide.

"You did what I couldn't today. You saved Ilana. If you didn't do what you did, my sole objective for this mission would've been destroyed," he started, keeping eye contact.

It made you red in the face, figuratively and literally.

"This is the least I can do to thank you."

You smiled, resting your cheek on his chest, "You're letting me patch you up when we get home."

He cracked a smile, ".....You too."

He paused, averting his eyes from you for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Nice dress."

"Thanks, blue boy."

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

"All that work," Ilana sighed, you, her, and Newton coming across a stray banner that was still on the floor.

Returning to school on Monday, the cafeteria and gym were partially destroyed, leaving large, gaping holes in the roof.

Octus gave you a special patch for your head to stop the bleeding, and you used some of your training to give Lance a cast.

"If only Lance had just come."

"I know that foo foo looks bland and boring, and you're probably wondering, why eat it?" Lance explained from behind the counter, serving lunch.

His eyes suddenly looked up to see you, and he smiled a full smile, making your stomach do back-flips.

"But then you take a bite, and realize, that the blandness is a vital part of the meal, and is necessary to keeping everybody healthy."

He plopped some foo foo on Stacy's plate and she batted her eyelashes at him before walking away, the three of you walking up to him.

"You guys did some real good today," you smiled, Lance plopping some food on your tray.

Glancing up at Lance, you gave him a warm smile.

"I'm proud."

He smiled once again, and for a second you could've sworn you saw something pink on his cheeks, but decided to pay it no mind.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

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udo0stories · 10 months ago

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Summertime here at the house is busy and seldom is there a quiet day. In an attempt to stay cool during these sweltering summer days, family and friends congregate at our house—and more especially, around our pool. I personally do not mind having a pool, but I really enjoy entertaining. There is nothing I love more than feeding the people I care about. Let us be honest though. That requires a lot of effort and time to accomplish on a nearly daily basis, so for me, summer entertainment is all about simple and quick. This Summer BBQ Hot Dog and Burger Charcuterie Board is ideal because of this. This amazing Summer BBQ Hot Dog and Burger Charcuterie Board is ideal for simple entertaining for the following reasons: not doing any cooking inside Almost everything is prepared well in advance. It is a complete meal on its own. Extra sides are not required. Visitors can eat whenever they would like. Casual dining is key during the summer. My children are always splashing to get to a table, sit, and eat. In any case, food seems to taste better by the pool! Do I have this right? It is all about the options when it comes to having the best Hot Dog and Burger Charcuterie Board! Of course, a simple grilled beef hot dog or a juicy burger served with the standard fixings are perfectly fine and delicious. And sometimes, on a sweltering summer day, all I want is those traditional flavor combinations. However, have you ever entered an ice cream shop or doughnut shop and felt excited seeing them all? THE TASTE. This inventive charcuterie board offers an incredible range of possibilities in terms of flavor, texture, and appearance! The WOW factor is the aim. Additionally, I know that some people become a little overwhelmed by the variety of options available, even though I naturally want all of my guests to feel free to express their creativity in creating their amazing hot dog and burger creations. For this reason, the list of suggested flavor combinations is quite specific. Ultimately, though, there are no guidelines. Not even the ingredients listed are set in stone. Take this as an opportunity to express your creativity. Ensure that most of the toppings can be prepared in advance, regardless of the selection you make. Toss them into different bowls and store them in the refrigerator until you are ready to serve! To ensure that your Summer BBQ Hot Dog and Burger Charcuterie Board is a huge success, follow this quick guide: Make use of your preferred beef burgers and hot dogs! Bacon never goes wrong! Never undervalue the influence of buns! Although sliced baguette, hoagie rolls, pretzel buns, naan, and even tortillas are tasty alternatives, potato buns are still my favorite! Fresh, pickled, crunchy, sweet, creamy, savory, and spicy toppings should all be available. You want to appeal to as many palates as you can! To make the board appear full, cook a large tray of fries and tots for easy sides. You can also use them to fill in the "gaps" between toppings. Summer BBQ Hot Dog and Burger Charcuterie Board Author: Chris Cockren Total Time: 60 minutes Yield: Serves 8–12, 1x 8 Hamburgers 8 Beef Hot Dogs Variety of Buns (Potato Rolls, Multigrain Buns, Baguette, Brioche Buns, Mini Naan, etc.) ½ package french fries, cooked according to package directions ½ package sweet potato fries, cooked according to package directions ½ package tater tots, cooked according to package directions Toppings: 1 (16-ounce) package bacon, cooked sliced cheese (American, cheddar, Swiss, etc.) shredded cheddar cheese prepared macaroni and cheese thinly sliced cucumber pickled carrots fresh cilantro shredded cheddar cheese crispy fried onions finely diced pineapple sliced scallions sesame seeds prepared chili chopped kimchi hummus tomato-cucumber salad (Israeli salad) salsa guacamole teriyaki sauce bbq sauce spicy mayo feta thinly sliced red onion tzatziki sliced avocado Instructions Season burgers with kosher salt. Grill burgers and hot dogs over medium-high heat until cooked as desired.

Place all toppings, sauces, and buns in separate bowls and/or plates to create an Ultimate DIY Summer BBQ Hot Dog and Burger Bar! Notes Some pairing suggestions: Mac n’ Cheese, topped with BBQ Sauce or Spicy Mayo Banh Mi: fresh cucumber, pickled carrots, cilantro, and spicy mayo BBQ Bacon: bacon, cheddar, BBQ sauce, and fried onions Hawaiian: pineapple, teriyaki sauce, scallions, and sesame seeds Chili: chili, cheddar, and scallions Southwest: cheddar cheese, topped with salsa and guacamole Mediterranean: tomato-cucumber salad, hummus, and feta Greek: tzatziki, cucumber, red onion, and feta on mini naan Korean: bacon, kimchi, scallion, and spicy mayo Prep Time: 40 minutes Cook Time: 20 minutes Summer BBQ Hot Dog and Burger Charcuterie Board

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macsmessymom · 4 years ago

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I turned 37 years old 3 weeks after I had my first child, my son, Mac. I found out I was pregnant on a Sunday. Haloween was just a few nights prior and I had been dancing to house music wearing smiley face pasties in David Bowie Ziggy Stardust makeup while on mushrooms and drinking tequila with friends. The thought of being with child hadn’t crossed my mind. (To the mom police - I told my doctors all about my party favors. I was completely honest about everything!) But a few days later, driving home from work, it just hit me. We women know our bodies (am I right?) and I just knew that mine felt different. It was one of the fancy tests that actually reads “positive” if you’re pregnant and that’s exactly what what was written on the screen.This happened just hours before I was going to see Fleetwood Mac for the first time. (See the connection with his name?) It was their rescheduled tour that was pushed back from April to November after buying tickets nearly a year in advance. The show was amazing and I remember thinking that this is such an incredible start to what I thought and hoped would be an incredible experience.

Mac was born during a global pandemic. Half of my pregnancy was spent in quarantine. The brat that I am was upset I couldnt have the baby shower I had been planning since I tested positive. There were much bigger issues taking place in the world but poor me was complaining over not being able to celebrate with my friends and family with balloons and a hoagie tray. Seriously. Mac’s dad and I couldn’t decide if we liked each other enough to be in a relationship. To be honest, nearly 4 months postpartum, we still haven’t decided. I am/was a career bartender, so when Covid hit I was out of a job immediately. I still am. I was living on the second floor of a 1 bedroom apartment in a 100 year old house with no washer and dryer. I had to move back into my dad and stepmothers house. Donald Trump was (and still is) up for re-election. Systemic injustice and racism is dividing our country. History is repeating itself and people are still on the wrong side of it. (#BLM) Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg passed away and the republicans are about to get another (ultra conservative) seat at the table. (Oh, and for the cherry on top, I am bipolar and was suffering from what was probably the most intense and longest manic episode run of my adult life to date. So really, my pregnancy had been the complete opposite of anything I had expected a pregnancy would be. I was alone a lot. I was sad most days. Mac’s father and I went back and forth. We would have runs of a few weeks here and there that felt real. Like really real. Like what it should feel like when you’re in love and starting your family. Then it was ugly. He also suffers from his own chemical inbalances so more often than not it seemed we just were toxic. I spent most nights trying to convince myself that it was all going to be ok. To be fair, I still do try to convince myself. Although, I am actually convinced that it will really all be ok. I have a new found confidence since I became a mother. Or at least more motivation and the idea of what my “ok” could be has changed. I know that this will have a happy ending. This is my mom story, as messy as it is, and I’m still writing it. I have no idea where this story will take me, or you as the reader. I like to write, although I don’t love to read. Some have told me I’m pretty good at it. (The writing that is. I know I am a good reader.) I am figuring out how to be a mom during all of this. Almost everything I mentioned earlier is still part of my present day life. Mac’s father and I are yet again in the “no zone.” That ding dong in office is still up for re-election. In fact, election is only 2ish weeks away. Protesting for equal rights because of social injustice and racism is still happening. The new Justice is about to be sworn in on the Supreme Court. We are still in the midst of a pandemic and that ding-a-ling President is still doing the bare minimum to suppress it. I am still jobless and living at home, and I am still bipolar (as if that will ever change!) The good news is that I am actively working on my mental health. I love being a mom and I want to be the best version of myself so that I can be the best mother for Mac. I suppose that’s what this blog will be about... my journey getting there. Or at the very least, a release for me that provides some entertainment for you. That is if anyone reads this. I don’t exactly know how this all even works. Am I even writing to anyone other than myself? Oh well. Cheers! Until next time.

Oh, and by the way, the Fleetwood Mac show was amazing.

#momlife #newmom #pregnancy #mentalheathawareness #covid19 #covid2020 #momswithtattoos #mom son #fleetwood mac #singlemom

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sliceofplain · 5 years ago

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It’s been a long time. Over a year, actually, since I’ve written a Slice of Plain. Let’s be honest, there has been a lot of pizza in that time - a hell of a lot. Plenty of self-reflecting too. I’ve just lost a lot of the inspiration to keep this thing up.

Not that anyone reads it, but it’s just the commitment to it that I’ve lost. I like doing it, too. Anyway, I’m at another crossroads, and when that happens it usually leads me to pizza.

This time, it led me to Temple II Pizza in Camden. This place has been on my radar for the last four years. I see it every day because it’s right across the street from my current school. I parked at the school and as I walked up I immediately recognized some parents. Not of my kids, but of some kids. They seem to recognize me as well. They say “Hey!” and I say, “Hi, how are you!?” We seem to both force an unnatural level of pep and positivity in our greetings. (Tumblr says that word ‘positivity’ is spelled wrong. It’s not.) The woman behind the counter is dressed nice and she’s very kind. It’s not what I was expecting and I think that indicates a prejudice I wasn’t aware of. Teachable moment.

“What do you need, honey?”

“Hm. Just a slice of plain.” (I act like I had to think about it.)

“Just one?”

“Nah, make it two.” (It’s hard to just get one slice of pizza.)

I don’t see any pizza on the counter. There seems to be a bunch of uncooked, breaded meat - chicken and fish, on metal trays. I assume there’s a couple pies already made in the back somewhere. I wonder if any place ever has pre-cut dough into triangle slices and then slap cheese and sauce on them to toss into the oven as ordered, instead of having a whole pie already made and sitting out. As my mind is wandering about ways to prep pizza, I snap back to reality as a man orders a fish hoagie. This sounds like a really weird food item. “Fish Hoagie.” I get goosebumps just saying it. I scan the menu that’s both posted up above the counter and stapled to the wall on printed, but laminated, paper. I don’t see “Fish Hoagie” anywhere. He seems excited for his order and they aren’t surprised, so it must be something people get pretty regularly. I find this oddly interesting, and if I ate fish I might have tried one because it is probably a local favorite.

The pizza comes out in a small box. It’s one of those generic pizza boxes, but there’s a stamp on it that says Temple II Pizza and Seafood. The ink is faded, but I’ve never seen this simple way of branding an otherwise generic box. Interesting. I open it up and, because it’s so small, one slice is actually on top of the other. When I pick up the top slice the cheese from the bottom slice miraculously doesn’t come off. This seems like wizardry. The slice is very greasy, maybe to prevent them from sticking together. It is good, though. Very good. There isn’t too much sauce and the cheese is just right. The crust is what really gets me. It’s a little thicker than thin crust, but thinner than normal. It is perfectly crunchy. Don’t get me wrong, I always eat the crust. If I didn’t, though, I definitely would have eaten this crust.

It’s crazy that I’ve never come here before. I think that’s for two reasons. My fear of change and my loyalty to places that I started with. I’ve seen a lot of pretty looking pizza shops from all over the country. At the end of the day I just end up at one of the same three places I’ve always gone. I know the pizza. I know the vibe. It’s safe.

Sure, I could go somewhere else but the pizza might not be as good. It may cost more. The shop itself may be weird. I might hate the owner. I may not like the other customers. But this fear could keep me from really finding the best slice out there. The slice meant for me. I’ve tried to get the pizza places I love to make the pizza I want, but the system is much larger than me. They might add a little more cheese if I ask enough or maybe leave it in the oven a little longer for a crispier crust. At the end of the day, though, they are going to make it how they want and how they’ve been making it.

I also feel guilty going to other pizza places because I’m loyal. The pizza shops I love won’t go out of business if I leave, but they recognize me there. The small talk isn’t as forced. They know, no matter what, I’m going to show up every now and then and get some pizza. Who am I to do that to them? Who am I to leave?

I’m probably heroizing myself. (Tumblr says that’s not a word, but it definitely is.) These pizza shops that I’m used to and are used to me are not going to go out of business without me. They may even have better customers start showing up in my place.

Plus, the other pizza shops, the new ones, might actually have better pizza. And, if not, they may listen to me on how to make pizza better. I’ve been eating pizza for a long time, I know a little bit about it. It would definitely be economically beneficial, I know they have cheaper slices than the place I currently go. Isn’t that important, too? I’m going to be eating pizza no matter what, so shouldn’t I do it at the place that ends up with me having the most money in my wallet?

I’m old. I can’t keep going to the same old pizza shops, eating the same old pizza, for the same low price.

I mean high price.

I’m too deep in the metaphor.

I have to get out now, or I may be stuck here forever. I think I'm going to go to a new pizza shop. It's a big move, but it's time. Assuming they want me, anyway. Tune in next time.

‘til the next slice.

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 8 years ago

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"crazy detention stories"...go

They’re really not that crazy I don’t think but fine- but as I had detention at least once a week for 3 years you’re only getting the highlights here:

So again, I only ever got detentions because I was late to school basically every day. Every single day, the office wrote me a late slip with my name spelled horrendously wrong. Different spelling every day. The most famous butchering was writing my name as “Millie Hoagie”. On my very last day of high school, I was predictably late, and they spelled my name perfectly correctly.

So listen my ‘reputation’ in school was basically “quiet good girl who’s never done anything wrong, ever, in her life” and “teacher’s pet” and the like. And despite the fact I was there every time all the ‘Bad Kids™’ who were also always in detention were always incredibly surprised to see me??? Like they never got over it. Every time I walked into the damn room at least half the class would be like “MOLLY YOU DON’T BELONG HERE YOU’RE INNOCENT!!” 😂

Also despite the fact I was basically invisible in the school as a whole all the trouble makers knew me by name because, and I quote a kid from my 10th grade Spanish class who was trying to hook up with me at the time here, “Guys like me are afraid of you, Girl, we’re just plain out scared that we gonna corrupt you!” and I still don’t know what he actually meant by that???

Bu anyway, this apparent rep usually gave me an upper hand with the teachers monitoring the detentions. Because, you know, some were fine, some were bitchy, some were insane. But all of them were pissed about the fact they had to be there instead of heading home.

The rules of detention were literally just ‘stare at the wall and don’t talk’, depending on which teacher they might let the students do homework. But since I was apparently a great person and always had the class’ incredulous response to me being in the room, they usually let me get away with sleeping or reading a book lol.

Of course…no one said any of the other kids were inclined to following the rules lmao. These were like, all the class clowns™ shoved into one room. Things always got real funny real fast.

It would always start off with the coughing game. If you’ve ever stepped into a school you should know what that is.

It would then escalate to everyone in the room playing catch whenever the teacher looked away for a brief moment

Detention was always in the health classroom so someone always tried to steal a limb off the skeleton without being to obvious

Some teachers would let people talk ‘quietly’ so jokes were fucking abound

One time I was minding my own damn business and a kid slides me a note saying ‘in like five minutes ask to go to the bathroom but head downstairs to the English wing’ before he snuck out without the teacher noticing. I get down there and he’s at one end of the hallway and another boy is at the other end. Upon seeing me, these boys run full speed down the hall at each other, leap up in the air when they get to the direct center, high five with full force, both scream in pain, and then hit the floor, clutching their hands. I was cracking the fuck up and trying to convince them to go to the nurse but they wouldn’t listen. I asked the guy why the hell they did that. He told me ‘because we wanted a witness and no one will ever believe you’ 😂😂

One time my sorta-neighbor Mike comes in and the teacher asked why he had detention and apparently, the principal had asked him where to find his friend Jose, and Mike responded “he’s out picking cotton” and the principal flipped out at what he perceived to be a racist joke and gave him a month detention. But the thing was, Jose was in an agriculture class and he was literally outside picking cotton that they had planted there earlier. Jose found it fucking hilarious and refused to tell the principal to get his friend out of trouble.

As I haven’t been inside a school building for quite some time now I don’t know if turtling is still a thing but it was…quite an epidemic for my senior class.

It’s when you turn someone’s backpack inside out right? But it was a full blown war with these kids. Trust no one. Never leave the room. Never look away. Holy shit. One of the best moments of this occurred in detention, when a boy reached to get a book out of his backpack to find it was gone. After 15 minutes of searching the room, he found it, turtled, hidden in a filing cabinet in the front of the room. Everyone, including the teacher, was loosing their shit, because how did someone pull that off so quietly and invisibly without someone noticing??? No one fessed up. The class was in fear of the turtle ninja for the rest of the month, but they never struck again. No one ever discovered who it was.

Guys: It was me.

One time it was raining and the teacher was in a bad mood so he insisted all the windows stay open. He left for a bathroom break or something and this one poor kid, who was now completely soaked as he was stuck with a window seat, just said “fucking bye” and just…climbed out the damn window. Left his backpack and everything. Didn’t see him again for at least a month.

There was one guy who always sold ice cream out of his bag when the teachers weren’t looking. Where he was getting it from and how it stayed frozen is beyond me.

Oh my God sometimes all the indie singer kids would just come and sit on the floor outside the classroom and talk loudly to annoy us??? The hell were they trying to accomplish??? Your singing ain’t special and you won’t be famous, please let us die in peace.

One kid had detention because when we were running laps in gym class he jumped up to hit the arch of the ceiling and accidentally set off the fire alarm. The teacher that day insisted on continuously referring to him as ‘the delinquent’, as if no one else in the room had broken the rules or something

One time one of the gym teachers was in charge of it and long story short he started doing the jersey turnpike. True horror.

One time the teacher got a call and she had to go down to the office and the second she was gone this one kid’s friend runs in with a huge tray going “Y’ALL I STOLE THE LASAGNE CUPCAKES FROM THE FOOD AND NUTRITION CLASSROOM” and we dined like kings.

Everyone would sometimes just break out in song for no God damn reason

One time one of the guys in charge of the detention was A) Not someone anyone recognized as a teacher and B) Potentially Stanley Tucci. Like…I was about 80% certain that this guy was Stanley Tucci.

He refused to confirm or deny or even give a name

One time I was really absorbed in my book when all the sudden a letter flew onto my desk, an anonymous sender that just said “You have a soft, sexy voice.” Neither of which is true, I’m pretty sure, and I could not for the life of me figure out who sent it omfg

One time a teacher was freaking out because he went to a psychic over the weekend and was told there was a lot of activity around him so I looked him straight in the eyes and told him I’m a medium and I can see that the devil had marked his soul and he threw me out of the room and refused to take that class for detention ever again😂

It was a hot summers day. The ceiling fans were on their highest setting. A boy nudges me, with a small carton of ice cream in his hands under his desk. “What do you think would happen if I scooped out a huge chunk of this and threw it at the fan?” he whispered. “Jamil, no.” I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. Soon, the room was filled with confused screams.

Apparently all the other regulars™ had bought me candy grams around Christmas time so they were confused when I showed up to detention with no candy and apparently the student council member sent them all to the other Molly in the grade because she was the popular one and this lead to about 12 boys grumbling for two and a half hours like “The one damn time I attempt to be a gentleman” and “I know where she lives” and “Gonna gingerbread her fucking locker” I could not stop laughing

Oh God okay one time the teacher we had was literally. Off the charts.

Like there’s the chill teachers, and then the bitchy teachers. And then this lady. She literally reminded me of Stubel

So I didn’t even know who she was but I walk in and do my shy smile/quiet ‘hello’ thing and take out my book so she immediately zeros in on me as ‘the good kid’ as usual

But she literally seemed to think every other person in this class was a hardened criminal holy shit. She was all over the place barking orders and yelling. And of course, you’ve got a room full of class clowns, like they feed off teachers like this. So the madder she got the more ridiculous they got. I was literally almost in tears trying to force myself not to laugh because I didn’t want to risk her turning on me omfg

So she yelled and flailed about the room and they kept going with jokes and paper wasps and lying about their names and just doing literally every thing they could possibly do so this woman wouldn’t have the chance to rest

This escalated with every minute and came to a resounding end when the teacher decided the Australian Kid™ was chewing gum and picked up the trashcan and shoved his face in it, screaming at him to spit it out as he yelled back “YOU’RE ONLY DOING THIS BECAUSE IM AN IMMIGRANT”

he was in charge of all the bullshit that day and it was hysterical but he wasn’t the one chewing gum loudly that was me

The vp came in to see what all the yelling was about to find a teacher shoving a boy’s head in the trash, one boy shirtless as another drew tattoos on him, the phone off the line with it’s cord wrapped around a kid’s neck, two boys dueling with skeleton arms, one kid with her leg out the window, a kid tying a skeleton foot to the ceiling fan, rubber bands and paper wasps flying from every angle, three people turtling backpacks, someone brandishing an epi-pen, sexual hangman being played on the chalkboard, someone eating ice cream and fanning himself with money, and me, crying into my book with my hand literally bleeding from all my efforts to not laugh at what I was witnessing

We never saw her in detention again😂

My one younger friend got a detention for being late and was really shaken up about it and I tried to tell her she’d be fine but then she got caught sliding me chocolate animal crackers during it, and subsequently got another detention because of this; somehow I was not viewed as an equally guilty party and didn’t get in trouble

This one guy came in complaining “You guys all told me to get a twitter and I get thrown in twitter jail my first day!” “That’s like a thousand tweets in one day, how the fuck did you mange that?” “Bitch I had a lot to say about McDonalds!”

One teacher came in and was like “I don’t feel like helping with homework but does anyone wanna learn how to hack a computer?”

Someone got caught pouring water out the window but when the teacher looked to see why she saw the youngest of the goats™ standing under the window with it’s mouth open waiting for more

One time the teacher wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom and after I asked for like the 5th time he said “It can’t be that important!” so I just pulled a pad out of my backpack and silently sat it on my desk while glaring at him and this 40 year old man looked like he was about to pass out and he finally let me go

I remember our final detention of senior year we were told that if we skip it we can’t graduate so everyone went into that room with a ridiculously nostalgic attitude and one guy finally stole the skull off the skeleton and we fucking tossed it around the entire time while singing and blatantly ignoring the teacher’s complaining lmao

I know there’s more but it’s 7am and this is long so all in all like…I do not miss high school but some memories are bearable lmao

#true story #lol #high school #detention #again I'm sorry I don't think these are actually that 'crazy' or anything but hey it was a request #asks #molly mumbles

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cynthiajayusa · 7 years ago

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Food For Thought: The Pub Wilton Manors

With a mix of locals and tourists, the social atmosphere of The Pub is the perfect gathering spot to grab a bite to eat, relax with a cocktail and people watch. Since its opening in 2012, The Pub (formerly known as Village Pub) has not only established itself as a gathering place for people from all walks of life; however, with the reopening of their kitchen and a remodel that included many more tables, they are also establishing themselves as a new eatery on the drive. Whether you’re looking to nosh on something to soak up the liquor, like their Nachos ($10), or are looking to chow down on a burger, The Pub’s menu offers something that even the pickiest of eaters will enjoy!

My boyfriend and I visited The Pub on a Friday night, and boy was it packed…it was only 8pm and there was only standing room! Once we found a table, we ordered drinks and jammed out to the 80s music that was blasting while we looked over the menu. The first items we noticed were the Charcuterie ($12) and Bloody Mary Shrimp Cocktail ($11) appetizers. We were pleasantly surprised by the presentation and portion size of each when they arrived at the table. The Charcuterie, a variety of Artisan meats and cheeses, was served on a newspaper lined tray with buttered crostini, whole grain mustard, roasted red peppers and gherkin pickles. The numerous combinations of the different meats and cheeses will have your taste buds wanting more! Being served in a martini glass, the Bloody Mary Shrimp Cocktail had heads turning as it made its way to the table. From the jumbo Tiger shrimp poached in a citrus Old Bay broth to the Bloody Mary cocktail sauce that fills the bottom of the glass, this appetizer proves that martinis are not the only happiness served in that glass!

Once we ordered our main dishes, which I’ll talk about in a minute, my eyes were pulled back to the appetizers section of the menu. If you like warm balls in your mouth (insert the typical gay pun here haha), then their Pretzel Bites ($7) are right up your alley. Let me start this off by saying that this is probably their BEST appetizer!! The bite-sized pretzel balls are roasted with butter and sea salt and served with cheese on the side…in other words, they are HEAVEN!

After all that, we had some room left for the entrees somehow. We chose the Chicken Tenders ($10) and the Italian Chicken Sandwich ($10). We opted for the grilled tenders (you can also get them fried), and they were cooked to perfection. These juicy tenders were served with fresh, hand-cut fries and BBQ, Dijon Honey Mustard, Ranch, Blue Cheese or hot sauce. The sandwich was huge and consisted of grilled chicken breast, mozzarella cheese and pesto aioli on a toasted hoagie roll. A generous portion of their hand-cut fries complete this dish of deliciousness!

The Pub has also been very supportive of the local community by hosting fundraisers for charities such as Kids in Distress, The Pet Project, the AIDS Walk, The Smart Ride, Poverello, as well as many other local charitable organizations and sporting associations such as softball and bowling.

Although they are open until 2am Sunday thru Thursday and until 3am on Friday and Saturday, The Pub’s kitchen closes at 9pm, so get there early and grab a table. Valet parking is available, which means you don’t have to fight for parking on those crowded nights on the drive!

From drag shows to game shows to music from your favorite Broadway shows, The Pub always has something going on throughout the week. Stop on in, grab some food and see what all the hype is about. You never know who you may meet at The Pub! Don’t forget to tell them HotSpots! sent you!

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source https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2018/03/21/food-for-thought-the-pub-wilton-manors/ from Hot Spots Magazine https://hotspotsmagazin.blogspot.com/2018/03/food-for-thought-pub-wilton-manors.html

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rdgpcg · 7 years ago

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Perhaps you haven’t heard but the Super Bowl is this weekend. If you live in the United States you know that the super bowl is bigger than most holidays excluding perhaps only Christmas. We are, without a doubt totally addicted to the spectacle of football. Here in the greater Philadelphia region, it has been 2 weeks of non-stop Eagles coverage since they won the NFC Championship against the Minnesota Vikings. The news and sports outlets have been airing stories 24 hours a day about the teams, the players, the coaches, the fans, the friends of fans, the dogs of friends of fans, and the fleas on the dogs of the friends of fans. The Eagles fight song has become a permanent ear worm and has been sung by every grade school student, orchestra, barber shop quartet, and mime in Pennsylvania and most of New Jersey. Yes, the super bowl is this weekend and the Eagles are playing! It doesn’t happen often and Eagles fans are rightfully joyous.

Of course we will celebrate the super bowl like we celebrate most things: By eating! In fact, according to the USDA Super Bowl Sunday is America’s second biggest day of indulgence after Thanksgiving. Food choices will usually be healthy. Most super bowl parties will include a diverse choice of fruits and vegetables, a platter featuring a mixture of ancient, whole grains, perhaps some grilled chicken breast, and ice water for hydration. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Can you imagine!? In reality most will feature pizza, beer, hoagies (or sub, or grinder, or po’ boy or whatever a giant sandwich full of processed meat is in your local lingo), wings, cookies, candy, caramel popcorn, etc. Somewhere there will be a neglected fruit tray fermenting untouched in the corner. In fact Americans will consume, on average, 2400 calories at Super Bowl parties. That is an entire day’s worth of calories including 1.3 billion chicken wings!

A typical super bowl spread.

Speaking of wings, another enormous local tradition in the Philadelphia area is Wing Bowl. In this barbecue bacchanalia, twenty thousand people gather in an arena to watch people eat wings. This year’s winner ate 501 wings. That is the wings of 250.5 chickens! That’s a lotta chicken.

Every year when I see this event and the throngs of people that show up to watch contestants gorge themselves I can’t help but wonder where we went wrong? Why do sports that thrive around the rest of the world languish in the US while food fests like Wing Bowl pull in spectators by the thousands and the winner walks away with a new car and $5000.00?

Making America great again!

What is perhaps more disturbing is when one spends just a brief amount of time researching competitive eating a couple startling realizations jump out.

There really is competitive eating. Complete with it’s own professional organization.

The competitors are labeled as “athletes”.

Payouts are obscene with contestants winning more money than most actual athletes in many other sports that require athleticism.

These events are ridiculously popular.

German athletes

American “athletes”

The last observation to is that when reviewing a list of some of the top competitive eaters, the names are overwhelmingly American. Where we once dominated sports like triathlon and distance running we now are the best at eating. Perhaps the American obesity epidemic isn’t such a big mystery after all.

The 2018 Wing Bowl Champion showing her form.

Souper Sunday Perhaps you haven't heard but the Super Bowl is this weekend. If you live in the United States you know that the super bowl is bigger than most holidays excluding perhaps only Christmas.

#Disgusting #Glutton #Obesity

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