…but if you haven’t eaten for a week, you’d eat up crap like it was caviar too.
One of the first things I ingested after I could finally chew again [if you missed the breaking news, I had my wisdom teeth extracted last week and it was God Awful], one of the first things was…get ready to disown me, throw dirt on me, fling camel poop in my pan…one of the first things was the latest pizza atrocity from Pizza Hut Middle East. The Cone Crust Pizza.
I nearly gagged out of disgust when I’d seen the first creepy crust that hit the market a few months ago, The Cheeseburger Crown Crust…and I’d have never ever, not in a million barfyears, have ever tried it, had the awesome team at Serious Eats not asked me. I can’t say no to them. I can’t. I love them, in that dopey-eyed, floppy-eared way you love one of the most rocking community blogs of all time. I’ll eat anything they want me to. Except camel poop.
Anyway, I pimped out my stomach and subjected myself to the Cheeseburger Crown Crust. And now months later, when Pizza Hut swallowed the crown crust and regurgitated it as The Cone Crust, I slavishly reviewed it once more.
At least the review had doodles, right? *WEEE. DOODLE POINTS.*
On the bright side, sometimes it helps to shock your taste buds with edible nasties so that you can appreciate all the other things you actually love eating and writing about. No? Lame bright side? I tried.
I swear the next post will be about something yummy and authentic and…yummy. Like biryani.