Somebody in here said "anchovies". They could take it back, before it gets serious.

Anchovies I can deal with, but you people keep your olives away from my pizza.

Somebody in here said "anchovies". They could take it back, before it gets serious.

When combined with pineapple, the perfect topping for pizza.

(Cat person, loves dogs, but doggie smell gives me a sad headache, so until they come up with unscented pups, I'm sticking to my feline companions.)

I am not a Cat Person or a Dog Person. I am a Mammal Person. I've known great cats, fab dogs, evil bitter cats, seriously nasty-ass dogs, and everything in between. I've also owned rabbits, hamsters, guinea pigs and mice and have attained a state of nodding acquaintance with several horses, and my conclusion is that if it is furry and nurses its young, I am all for it.

Dogs have a particularly dogly glory that is utterly unlike that of cats, and cats have a marvelous tiny-brained eccentricity that dogs completely lack; I refuse to choose between them, except that I am slightly biased against large dogs, who tend to not live as long as their smaller brethren, which would suck horribly for me because, what with their being mammals and all, I would be certain to love them just as much as the longer-lived ones, only I'd get my heart broken on a more regular basis.

All that said, I don't much like Yorkies. But the one Yorkie I ever really knew was extremely nast, so I blame her thoroughly and remain determined to challenge my prejudice by making the acquaintance of another Yorkie at some point.

ION, I love tomatoes, have hated all the brussels sprouts I've had so far but admit that some of the recipes described upthread sound very tasty, especially Rio's crisp and buttery popcorn-with-vitamins thing, dislike baby peas and raw carrots and feel indifferent toward broccoli but will eat just about any other vegetable in just about any condition, and will even eat carrots and broccoli in their soup form.

The Gud robe sounds like a thing of splendor indeed.

And if ita's around, I can post the story of the New Orleans Victorian Thunderdome guy before I crawl back into the salt mines.

No. I quit school because I met a hot guy and wanted to get married. Is this where I turn over my feminist card?

Impulsive thing! No wonder you live the traveling rock and roll lifestyle. You can keep the feminist card since you rock out with your cock out.

At the end of college, I would've quit for $20 and a footrub, Liese. But I didn't get them, so...

You guys have way too much salt on your pizzas.

Anchovies are good. I am Liese, in that I like pretty much all food, except for Jello and Cool Whip. I will only eat naked eggs when they're cooked extra crispy. The proper place for eggs is in baked goods. Basically, except for raw oysters, I don't like food that moves. Otherwise, it's all good.

God awoke one morning and said to one of his angels: "Hey! I'll make anchovies edible!"

The angel said: "Hump that! I'm going to Hell!"

Thus was Satan born.

One True Pizza is white sauce with spinach, garlic, and mushrooms. Yummy.

I can post the story of the New Orleans Victorian Thunderdome guy before I crawl back into the salt mines.

I want to hear it!!