Dietary Guidelines 2016
Where the fuck is the recommended daily intake of pizza? This is just outrageous.
http://health.gov/dietaryguidelines/2015/guidelines/executive-summary/#key-recs
Where the fuck is the recommended daily intake of pizza? This is just outrageous.
http://health.gov/dietaryguidelines/2015/guidelines/executive-summary/#key-recs
Ok B Dubs never said that, but who cares…in fact I think I already used a quote very similar to that. Again, who cares.
New theme for 2016: while my life still revolves around pizza (sorry wife, child, family, job, mortgage, et al things more important than pizza but for this blog’s sake will take backseat to that which delivers me momentary bliss followed by caloric remorse and probably a hangover) I can’t honestly report on pizza every damn day…so I’ll be breaking the monotony with all sorts of random thoughts, conjecture, speculation, rants, and nonsense for the sake of having somewhere to vent, blow off steam and waste time.
Cheers to 2016.
If I don’t have a good pizza to discuss, there’s no reason why a good drink can’t suffice.
#joespizzaandboozeblog
I took this picture a few years back during an exclusively-gin phase I went through…I’ve since moved on to darker spirits but gin still has a warm spot in my heart. Nolet’s is a tad fruity & floral on the palate, not as true-to-form heavy-on-the-juniper “ginny” as the standby London dry (Boodles, Tanqueray, Beefeater, Old Raj), more fruity & floral than Plymouth & Hendrick’s, but the bottle made for a good picture.
A good rule of thumb for G&T: go easy on the tonic…all the corn syrup in Schweppes and Canada Dry will overpower the Gin…go easy on it–just a splash or two–or get some genuinely good tonic (Q or Fever Tree). And the lime is a garnish…you’re not drinking a margarita.
Cheers.
While there is no substitute for the freshly procured brick oven baked pizza, sometimes a frozen za with some delicious accoutrements can make up the laziness difference.
This beauty was named “Spartacus” by the proprietors of the pizzeria I visited tonight. Definitely meaty, lots of toppings, yet the crust was crunchy & sturdy enough to hold the weight, holding true to its namesake. Also holding true to name, it put up a ferocious fight with my colon, and won.
You can’t eat pizza every day, so why not throw a little fried fish into the mix.
Nothing fancy…some Shore Lunch, flour, a little milk…but it’s the quality of the fish that makes the meal…and these little gems came from the frigid waters of northern Wisconsin courtesy of Big Dave. If you don’t know how to fish or don’t have access to fresh lakes, ponds, or second-hand fish at a market, know someone that does and become their best friend.
[photo cropped to exclude the array of empty beer bottles; beer is a necessary component to frying & eating fish, though I would caution everyone to ensure the deep fryer is a safely outside the range of your drunken stupor]
The only true way to rid oneself of body thetans is through the consumption of pizza.
Pi(e) squared = 16 pieces.
Unless you’re talking about a square pie, in which case it could be any multiple of 1.
(there are no more rules; correction from previous entry: beer is rule #4…I got drunk and beer told me it was rule #3, which is a complete lie…but I didn’t know any better in my inebriated state, so gave beer the benefit of the doubt and cast it as rule #3. Shame on you beer.)
Pizza has consequences.
For the most part, obesity, hyperlipidemia and diabetes…but pizza without beer has worse consequences, and is an injustice of UN-sanction proportions.
Rule #3: Beer.
Pizza saves us from nihilism.
Pizza is the ubermensch…it can be the idealized embodiment of gastronomic perfection, or bastardized by the Nazis [the latter of which comes in the form of Totino’s pizza rolls…yes I eat them occasionally–usually not sober–but I do so with a heart heavy in shame].
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