/ck/ - Food & Cooking

>>8181825
>miracle whip

>>7168894

>pinkie pie
>google chrome
>blueberry pie

>>5429936
I got one better.

This has been happening more for some reason, I blame all the fucking yankees moving down here with Exxon-Mobile.

Our prices are set as X amount for Y size with just cheese and then Z amount for Y size as a specialty (some of the specialties are fucked, but for example, a standard deluxe/supreme/whatever).

Otherwise, we charge by topping, some are $1.50, some are $2.50.

Some people will order a pizza with half pepperoni and then ask:

>if I get half pepperoni am I still paying for the full price of the topping
>yes, that is correct
>well can't I just get the full amount that would have gone on the whole pie, but just on one half
>no sir, you'd have to ask for extra pepperoni and that'd be an additional charge
>well how about just giving me the rest of the pepperoni in a little cup on the side
>that'd be a side order of pepperoni and that'd be extra
>well fine, just give me a large half pepperoni, I don't even care anymore

If I could smite anything from our menu, though, it'd be the fucking salads.

WHO IN THE FUCK, ORDERS SALAD FROM A PIZZA PLACE?!

>>5402073
Some background:

My roommate and I have known each other since 7th grade, we're both approaching our mid-twenties now.

I was always more of the intellectual, took more readily to computers - he dropped out of high school and joined the army, he works as a mechanic now.

He knows jack shit about cooking.

I've been trying to lose weight for some time now, and I've found my successful formula: beans and rice.

He complains about the way the kitchen smells after I cook a pot of beans (beans are in the fridge and any dirty dishes are gone). I say fuck you, I'll fuck you up over my beans.

On the other hand: he does nothing but eat fast food every single fucking day, multiple times a day. I used to do it to, until I was broke and fat(ter) all the time. Like seriously, on his days off he:

>wakes up at his usual time of 7, goes to get kolaches or doughnuts, or whataburger breakfast
>eats them in bed while watching something, passes out for 3-4 hours
>wakes up, makes a pot of coffee (oh fuck him and his coffee)
>states that he's hungry, asks if I want anything
>goes to Taco Bell, Whataburger, etc..
>comes back, watches something, and 50/50 chance he falls asleep again
>around midnight he'll pour a massive bowl of either chocolate frosted flakes, reeses puffs or frosted cheerios and/or a 1/4gallon bowl of ice cream
>goes to sleep before I do
>drinks a 24 pack of mountain dew in 3 days
>drinks rockstar, NOS and monster like it's going out of style

Meanwhile I eat a few granola bars throughout the day, maybe have whataburger once a month, drink lots of water, and usually have rice and beans for dinner around 10 at night Yet he can't stand the smell of my beans.

Somehow when he pours his cups of coffee, the coffee pot dribbles a lot of coffee down the side.

Instead of pouring over the sink or anything else. He just sets paper towels down over the decorative mat underneath the coffee pot, which is probably all mold now.

I'm so glad my mom taught me to cook.

fuck it, you guys suck