Blind Onion Pizza Portland Novels & Stories

The other two agreed with her. Master took everyone's order. Shannon liked only pepperoni and olives, preferably green, Wendy said she'd eat anything but anchovies or mushrooms. Tony said he didn't like pineapple on his pizza, but anything else was okay. We ate pretty much anything, so Master ordered five large pizzas which met the various criteria to be delivered. I wondered if I'd be tipping the driver or if Master would avoid doing something so gauche in front of the three young people. We got up after about fifteen minutes, dried off and went into the house, Rhonda carrying Lucas and me carrying the rest of his stuff.

“You should eat your pizza now. It'll get cold pretty soon and you won't enjoy it anymore.” Penelope nodded her head and stood up, away from Derek. She walked to where the pizza box was, opened it and took a slice of the small-sized pizza that sat comfortably in the middle of the carton. “How long have you been here?” Brie asked. “I've been here since morning,” she replied with a mouth filled with the pizza she was munching. “Harold and Wilkes left in the morning and I…” “…Where did they go?” Brie asked.

Before either of us could move toward the door, Tori sprinted through the kitchen, calling out cheerfully, "I've got it! Family backup!" Nate and I exchanged confused looks, but the sound of familiar voices and laughter drifting in from the entryway quickly cleared things up. A few minutes later, Oliver and Sarah appeared in the kitchen, beaming and carrying a pizza box that had very clearly survived a long journey. "Surprise!" Oliver announced, setting the boxes down on the counter. "We brought cold artichoke and Sicilian lemon pizza. Courtesy of a three-hour drive from Bath."

A late dinner at one of the best diners that the little town on the outskirts of New York City had to offer was bound to be a great night out with my best friend. Catskill was a cute little town, but they had the worst pizza and ribs outside the small Main Street, which was again no surprise. We had to drive off from the main district to one of the downtown areas to have a fulfilling, heartwarming meal. The all-night eatery was an odd mix between a pub and a diner, and still, it was oddly sophisticated. They had the best beer-dipped onion rings, herb-rubbed barbecued ribs, and pepperoni pizza. We were now devouring the ribs like two hungry cannibalistic women who had just come back to civili

she asked, pausing for a moment to look up at him. “That's an easy one,” he replied. “Pizza. I know it's not the fanciest thing to ever grace the planet, but it's my favorite because I hardly ever get to have it. It's my kryptonite.” “If you like pizza, there's a place in town called Fo's Pizza,” she said, happy to be making small talk with him. “They have a Thai chili pizza that just might be the best thing in the entire world.” “A Thai chili pizza?” Ollie asked, stating each word slowly, as though she had just suggested something so amazing he had to savor the words.

"This pizza parlor looks so different from the usual ones. The people are dressed so differently. The pizza. Omg, It looks so yummy. The topping is perfect olives, little jalapenos, and pepper" that's what I like. Wait why that guy has ordered a pizza with pineapple topping? It's ridiculous. Who does that? Where is this music noise coming from? Is there any pub around and who play blinding lights at this hour? The voice grows louder and louder" I got annoyed and got up from my seat in the pizza parlor. I went outside and saw a boy who was playing loud music in the car. When he turned around I saw his face. It's Sam. "Why are you playing music so loud? I have to leave my pizza. The music is s

Clayton replied, wrapping his arms aroung her and rubbing her back gently. She followed him back to the sitting room, her steps slow and sluggish. Once she had collapsed back on the couch, Clayton threw the blanket back over her once more and went to help Matt with the pizzas. They brought 6 pizzas back to the sitting room, spreading them out over the coffee table. "Why is there so much food?" Camden grumbled in confusion, looking around as if she expected to see guests. "We're hungry," Clayton retorted, stuffing a slice in his mouth as he handed her a pizza box. "Matt's right, by the way, pineapple on pizza is an abomination," he said with a sweet smile. "You're both wrong," she grumbled, t

Hunger and I were not friends. So here I was, dressed in full stealth mode—black hoodie, low cap, and my trusty short wig, on a mission to grab a large pepperoni from Lenny’s Pizza, my favorite little corner shop off Melrose. I’d be back before those two overprotective brothers of mine even noticed.

"We're making roasted vegetable tart with goat cheese." "Goat cheese is expensive." "Not the store brand. It's on sale. Aisle 4." "How do you know it's on sale?" "I saw the flyer in the window." "You glanced at the window for two seconds." "I read fast." Cale dropped the peppers in the cart. "Mushrooms. Do you want cremini or portobello?" "Cremini," Elion said automatically. "Portobellos have a weird texture." Cale grabbed a pack of creminis without looking at the price tag.

She also knew I hated being touched when I was holding something in, so she didn’t reach for my hand or hug me like someone in a movie. She just pushed a garlic knot toward me. I took one. It was the most sensible form of love at the table. My pizza arrived a few minutes later. I moved a slice onto my plate, folded it slightly, and took a bite. Hot. Tomato, basil, mozzarella. Normal. To my left, Al was telling the whale shark about turbulence. Across from me, Gabby ordered Kendra to cut her crust “in royal shape.” Arsen and Tara exchanged a look so full of questions it almost had its own soundtrack.