The crust should be thin and crispy, but not so thin as to resemble unleavened bread.

Exactly!

I won't be shunning anyone for their food choices. Just making a lot of fun of them.

Was it spicy or sweet?

Both. Gingery spicy and the sweet was in the peanut sauce. There were also carrots and green onions involved.

remain determined to challenge my prejudice by making the acquaintance of another Yorkie at some point.

Come meet my parents' dog. He's about eighty pounds of personality in a four and a 1/2 pound dog, but most of the time, he just likes sleeping on your legs. If you're lying down and not in the correct position, he'll look at you expectantly until the legs are arranged to his liking.

P.S. I hate the Handbook That Ate Tokyo. Why is nothing simple? Why? WHY?

Impulsive thing!

He was really hot. I mean.

Food is good. And salt tastes yum.

Oh, and Seabiscuit comes to pretty much any call, and follows if you move from one room to another, and turns himself in circles of dog happiness if you crinkle plastic, because his "good" semi-moist food comes in plastic. It has made me aware that I am environmentally incorrect because a lot comes in plastic.

And he's feeling better after his fight, poor boy. He's still pretty banged up, but he's running around some.

Green peppers and mushrooms are optional.

Mushrooms, never. You can have my share.

Driveby meara:

Brussel sprouts do not taste like ass OR like little cabbages.

Brussel sprouts are little cabbages.

Fresh sliced tomato smells like ... well ... nothing much.

Faints in horror

Out of season grocery store tomatoes don't count as "fresh." They're bred for durability in shipping and uniformity of shape/size at the expense of taste, and are an embarrassment to proper tomatoes.

Uh, that's only true of bad out of season force-grown tomatoes. Proper ones - which require to be fresh and grown in the right climate so you get them only in season - smell of heaven.

Yes!

Stonehenge is technically not a henge.

Yup, it's backwards. (Though the way our tour guide put it, it still gets called a henge anyway, because there really isn't a word for "almost a henge except the ridge-y part and the dug-out-y part are on the wrong sides.")

Two words: Welsh Rarebit

Welsh Rabbit.

"Rarebit" is an invented misspelling which attempts to PC-ify the original name. (The original name being an extremely lame joke about the Welsh being so poor that they substitute cheese for rabbit. Like Cape Cod Turkey.)

Liese, picture of the sign just for you.

Aww.

I'm hungry.

This is the wrongest wrong in wrongovia. This may beat the writing of Snyder/Willow for wrongness. Although I'll make allowances for your condition.

Ha! I haven't had it since before pregnancy, on account of the fish factor (am avoiding fish for the most part). I fear it dates back to 1993 or 1994 in terms of my preferred toppings.

An "Hawaian" (pineapple and Candian Bacon, or ham, if you have run short) is the one true pizza.

Now we come to the correct beer.

Stout, if you please.

I was going to quoteback Dana's "Happy Mardi Gras. Accept no substitutes." but that was a while ago, I lost the quote to something work-related, and I'm too lazy to page back and find it.

Nevertheless, my answer was going to be, "I think this means I need to buy beer on the way home and make sure to watch House," which isn't all that interesting.

I finally got a security badge for our client headquarters. They didn't tell me they were going to do it today. In fact, I was standing in front of a pillar looking harried when they took the picture, so now I have a godawful security badge picture for the next year.