Quotes About Pepperoni

I went on a Hot Pocket diet where I ate two Hot Pockets every four hours. I only had the pepperoni pizza flavour. I didn't go anywhere near the cheeseburger macaroni.

pizzas like wild beasts. They're dripping pool water all over the food, and I elbow my way in to get a couple of pieces of pepperoni before they're either soggy or gone. As I inhale my first piece, I overhear Mairi announce that she's on a no-carb diet. Hadley says she wouldn't eat greasy pizza anyway, and Sherilyn looks crestfallen. Lightly, I say, "Didn't I see you

Sherilyn's mom brings out a couple of pizzas, and of course the boys stumble out of the pool and fall onto the pizzas like wild beasts. They're dripping pool water all over the food, and I elbow my way in to get a couple of pieces of pepperoni before they're either soggy or gone. As I inhale my first piece, I overhear Mairi announce that she's on a no-carb diet. Hadley says she wouldn't eat greasy pizza anyway, and Sherilyn looks crestfallen.

Pizza is definitely my favorite food. I usually go with a pepperoni and sausage mix. But I love the New York-style thin crust.

I'm not sure what makes pepperoni so good — if it's the pepper or the oni.

I've made their old favorite, pizza strudel, a recipe I invented in high school. It's essentially pizza dough rolled out to a long rectangle, covered in a combination of mozzarella and provolone cheese, studded with chunks of sweet Italian sausage and slices of pepperoni, and then rolled up strudel-style and baked.

In the United States, frozen cheese pizza is regulated by the Food and Drug Administration. Frozen pepperoni pizza, on the other hand, is regulated by the Department of Agriculture.

Herman Cain said he wants people to know that there's more between his ears than pepperoni and pizza sauce. He says there's also a few napkins and crazy bread.

I like eating pepperoni. I heat it up in the microwave and then I let it roast and then I eat it with cheese.

I turn to our father, searching for an ally. So Dad, is it legal for Bronte to date out of her species? Dad looks up from his various layers of pepperoni and breadless cheese. Date? he says. Apparently the idea of Bronte dating is like an electromagnet sucking away all other words in the sentence, so that's the only word he hears. You're not funny, Bronte says to me. No, I'm serious, I tell her. Isn't he like... a Sasquatch or something? Date? says Dad.

black chariot of pepperoni fire.

The orange light looks like a gasoline fire. It comes in through people's rear windows, bounces off their rearview mirrors, projects a fiery mask across their eyes, reaches into their subconscious, and unearths terrible fears of being pinned, fully conscious, under a detonating gas tank, makes them want to pull over and let the Deliverator overtake them in his black chariot of pepperoni fire.

I'm not sure what makes pepperoni so good — if it's the pepper or the oni.

My mother grimaces, clearly on to my BS. She's what you'd call a health fanatic times one hundred, from the raw-ful cuisine she makes us eat to her handmade sanitary napkins (no joke: the woman actually uses kitchen sponges), and so, pepperoni-and-cheese-laden pizza ranks right up there with what fur coats are to PETA.

I have been known to go to the grocery store and just buy pepperoni. There's just something fantastic about salty, fatty meats.

Ours was a pork-free household. The rules were arbitrary but strict: No pork in the house, ever. Except for the occasional pepperoni pizza. Or maybe Hawaiian.

CALL REMOVED A small circle of oily pepperoni from his slice of pizza and slid his hand under the table. Immediately, he felt a wash of Havoc's wet tongue as the Chaos-ridden wolf inhaled the food.

It was only one kiss. It wasn't a deep kiss, a French kiss, the kind of kiss that redefines a teen life. It was pepperoni, snowflakes, spit, and rodeo dust. Crazy, like dancing and soaring and walking to a new home. Sweeter because it didn't taste like good-bye.

Pizza! I want some.