part of the fun is slicing it shittily cause you can’t find the pizza cutter and now you have to rip it apart. it’s problby tradition somewhere
part of the fun is slicing it shittily cause you can’t find the pizza cutter and now you have to rip it apart. it’s problby tradition somewhere
There are a lot of nice touches here.
The fancy moulded serving platter. The sad cup of pre-made guac with sour cream haphazardly squirted directly on top. The barely there grill marks that may well have been created with a bic lighter. The unconscionable angles of the cuts.
This looks like the perfect midnight meal. Depressing, unsatisfying, and exactly what you want.