The folks at Serious Eats are asking
what great frozen pizza is. To me, there is only one answer:
Jeno's!
There are no small roles in social protest, and I took my place along with the other angry people horrified at the Jena 6 debacle
by buying 6 frozen Jeno’s pizzas on the way home tonite. I’m telling
you, I’m not even kidding, I’ve been obsessed with these things for
about a month. And I don’t really know why; I’m looking at one right now
and I see no cheese, the sausage looks like pencil shavings and the
crust is apparently made out of crackers. But something about when you
bite in....it’s like the first time you’re about to munch on a girl’s
twat, you look in and are like “oh, HELL no!” and then next thing you
know you’re out in her father’s boat in the middle of the river with her
sitting on your face and not even her family dog licking your newly infected big toe can make you stop, know what I mean? Makes no sense
when looking at it, but there you go. Life in a frozen box.
And
another thing I love is no matter what or how many toppings you get,
it’s the same price. Real pizza, you gotta pay extra for each topping.
Not Jenos. “Whaddya want, the plain cheese, nothing on it? Great, that
‘ll be 99 cents....the pepperoni? 99 cents...hey, this one has truffles
sorbet and once touched Princess Di’s nipple...tell you what, gimme 99
cents for it....”
Fucking Jenos. Slice. Of. Slices.
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