cheese pepperoni meat pizza


the signs as pizza
  • Aries: bacon pizza
  • Taurus: everything pizza
  • Gemini: pepperoni pizza
  • Cancer: extra cheese pizza
  • Leo: meat lover's pizza
  • Virgo: cheese pizza
  • Libra: pepper/onion pizza
  • Scorpio: sausage pizza
  • Sagittarius: cheese-stuffed-crust pizza
  • Capricorn: pineapple pizza
  • Aquarius: white pizza
  • Pisces: veggie pizza

HSP (meat, cheese, chips and all!) and pepperoni pizzas, so delicious!!! One of my favourite places for pizza and date night. ❤️🍕❤️

Red Sparrow Pizza
Fitzroy - Melbourne - Australia

20 ?s tag

tagged by: @justadashoffangirling & @justanotherfangirl272 love you babes ❤

  1. Favorite smell: salted caramel, fresh-baked cookies, eucalyptus & peonies
  2. Last time I cried: i actually don’t know. probably last week bc i’m a baby back bITCH
  3. Favorite pizza: pepperoni, cheese & green pepper, 3-meat and grilled chicken & ranch
  4. Favorite flower: daisies, white roses, & peonies
  5. Favorite dog breed: German rotts, shih-tzu/poodle mixes, golden retrievers & Siberian huskies (😍😍😍😍)
  6. Untie laces before shoes come off?: depends. if they’re new, yeah, but after I break them in those bitches slide off without untying a thing
  7. Rollercoaster?: i’ve rode a ton of times actually, @ six flags
  8. Favorite ice cream: cookie dough, chocolate, mint chocolate chip
  9. Pet peeve: people who leave me on read/seen, someone who’s always judgmental & steady talking shit about someone’s mistakes like they didn’t do the same thing, hypocrites in general, selfishness.
  10. Shorts or jeans?: jeans all the way. the relationship we share is too special ♡
  11. What are you listening to right now?: Genesis by Dua Lipa
  12. Color of your vehicle: don’t have one but my mom’s truck is black
  13. Color of your eyes: brown
  14. Favorite food: chicken alfredo, quesadillas, nachos, potatoes
  15. Favorite drink: lemon water, iced tea, coffee, the vanilla bean frapp @ Starbucks
  16. Night owl or mornings?: both. I like getting up early, yet I stay up all night
  17. Favorite day of the week?: Saturday
  18. Do you have a nickname?: queenie, queen bean, mama queen
  19. Favorite music: anything kinda ( i don’t fuck with rap/hip hop, r&b, country, etc. but i have a selection from those genres that i do like)
  20. Tattoos?: nope, but i want like 20 lol

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First off, they want 12 large pizzas. One cheese, one Hawaiian-extra pineapple, two pepperoni and black olives, two meat lovers…Seriously? Nobody’s writing this down? Seriously? One triple-shot, half-caf vanilla latte, tall. Three of the latest copies of the Hall & Oates CD. I know, right? Exciting stuff. I didn’t know they were coming out with a new one either. Um, we’re gonna need some steaks. Steaks and a grill, they’re tryin’ to tailgate. OK, they need your overalls, I don’t know why. They need some Kibbles and Bits. We need an Etch-A-Sketch. Somebody in there likes to squiggle, ok? Possibly we need some stuffed bears. Are we good? Let’s go, people!
—  Hardison, Leverage, 1x05 “The Bank Shot Job” (2008)

Deep Dish, Stuffed Crust Skillet Pizza 

hands down, the best thing I have ever made.

Ingredients for Pizza Sauce

1 lb turkey sausage

¾ cup grated onion 

1 tbsp grated garlic

Italian seasoning, salt, pepper, red pepper flakes

Marinara sauce (I made my own)

Other Ingredients

Unbleached or regular flour for work area (so dough doesn’t stick)

Fresh mozzarella (blocked), cut into chunks for crust

Lots of fresh grated mozzarella cheese

Pizza dough - my recipe can be found here (x) but if you like pre-made, I recommend Trader Joe’s brand.

Toppings of your choice (I used green peppers, turkey pepperoni, cheese, and fresh Roma tomatoes)

1 tbsp olive oil 


Let your pizza dough come to room temperature!

Preheat your oven to 425 degrees

Make your pizza sauce by browning your ground turkey. Add in your onion, garlic, and seasonings. Mix in your marinara and cook for about 2 minutes or until your sauce is thick.

While your sauce is cooling, prepare your pizza dough 

Oil the bottom of your cast iron skillet with a tbsp of olive oil

On a well floured surface, roll out your pizza dough until it is about 12 inches in diameter and equal thickness

Roll your pizza dough over the cast iron skillet and press it down so the bottom crust is flat

While the remainder of the pizza is hanging over the sides add in your mozzarella and roll the crust over the cheese to create a stuffed crust

In order to create a deep dish style pizza, you cannot have the pizza on the bottom. If you are using pepperoni or any other meat, it should be your first layer, followed by veggies, cheese, sauce, cheese (if you want more), tomatoes sprinkled with pepper and Italian seasoning.

Before placing the skillet in the oven, place it on the stove top over high heat so that the bottom can heat and begin to cook the crust. Do this for less than 2 minutes.

Bake the pizza in the oven for about 20-25 minutes or until the crust is golden brown

OPTIONAL - melt some butter and grated garlic together in the microwave for 30 seconds to brush on top of the crust once the pizza comes out of the oven

Important - let the pizza cool for at least 10-15 minutes or else your pizza will collapse and the toppings will run when you cut it.

But when you do cut it, admire the beauty!


auxiliary-love-deactivated20171  asked:

Kyman, 40 please!

Thank you @auxiliary-love, you guys are doing a great job sending me requests that you know I’ll wanna do!

40. spend a day in bed            

9:37 A.M.

Cartman was the first to wake up, turning slightly as he rubbed his eyes. The morning light was shedding through his bedroom curtains, and the eighteen year old grumbled to himself, typically not the type to be an early riser.

He scratched at a swollen area on his neck, turning to find somebody else bundled up in blue bedsheets, with red curls popping out ever so mischievously. He smiled, even though he knew he’d go the bathroom and see all of the bitten marks on his neck and chest and chastise his boyfriend later. For now, he didn’t care, taking the chance to lean over and pull down the sheets near Kyle’s face to see what he looked like sleeping. It wasn’t like the brunette needed newly found knowledge, he already had the blueprints of his lover’s face burned into his brain, the angles and structures as memorable now as they were when they were younger. He was so tempted to run a finger down his cheek, to press it against those parted lips. But instead, he gave in to his stomach growling, getting out of bed and spending a good two minutes finding where his boxers were, before heading into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Kyle woke up with an itch on his back and a soreness in his legs. He moaned, leaning up in bed and seeing the empty spot next to him, needlessly starting to worry. He hated himself for asking himself if it was him all the time, if he had the ability to make someone just leave and not come back, but before he called out for his boyfriend’s name, he saw the bedroom door open, a handsome man in teddy bear boxers with two plates of pancakes and fruit.

“Took you long enough.” Cartman commented, in the way that made Kyle want to forget about the food and take off those boxers for a different kind of nutrition.

11:02 A.M.

Kyle continued flipping through the channels on the television while Cartman had his arms wrapped around his chest, pulling him into his lap. There was nothing on, and even though Cartman bugged him to just stop trying, Kyle just wanted to pick something, anything. Eventually, they were in luck as Pulp Fiction came across the catalogue.

“Finally,” Kyle commented, picking it without Cartman’s opinion, but they both liked this movie so there were no complaints. He sighed, leaning back and feeling Cartman place his chin on top of his head.

“And it took you thirty minutes to find something to watch because…?”

“Because you know I’m picky about what I watch.” Kyle retorted. “You don’t even care, you just stick with whatever’s on.”

“That’s only slightly true.” Cartman said, smelling cinnamon from Kyle’s hair, recognizing it from the shampoo that his mother would usually use but finding it way better on him. “I just prefer to have action going on.”

“Mhm, which is why Legally Blonde is one of your all-time favorite movies.”

“I have no idea what you’re even trying to argue with that, Legally Blonde is fucking amazing.”

Kyle laughed, the same laugh that made Cartman’s heart drop every time, and that tempted the brunette to just walk out because he witnessed everything pleasant that life had to offer.

“You smell like pancakes.” Kyle whispered, giggling as Cartman made his way down, sneaking pecks along his face.

“Do you like it?” Cartman asked between kisses.

“Mm, I’d rather taste it though.” Kyle replied before turning his body back and climbing to take kisses of his own.

1:27 P.M.


Cartman cursed for the millionth time as Kyle won another deathmatch. Kyle raised his Xbox controller like some kind of teasing tactic, and Cartman narrowed his eyes.

“How the fuck do you not lose?”

“Cartman, you can the one out of the two of us that is better at cooking. Won’t you let me keep some thing for myself?”

No. That’s the fucking point of our relationship, for me to still be the one on top, only in more intimate ways.’ Cartman reset the game, and the two started a new match. Of course, Kyle went to his favorite spot in the level to use his sniper rifle and Cartman was killed in the first five seconds. Cartman groaned.

“This game is rigged, you are able to run to that spot as soon as you spawn before I can run to you!”

“Looks like you’ll have to find a new strategy, babe.” Kyle grinned.

“Or it means we’ll have to swap Call of Duty with Mortal Kombat, and trust me, you will not want to do that.”

4:55 P.M.

Kyle held the phone to his ear, biting his lower lip, hoping the Pizza Hut employee couldn’t hear the sounds he made from the other side.

“Is this going to be for delivery of carry-out?”

“Delivery, please.” Kyle glared down as Cartman started playing with the redhead’s erection through his underwear. He pressed his palm down on the sensitive organ, and Kyle moaned lightly.

“What can I get you?”

“Uh, ca-can I get two larges pizzas, pepperoni and cheese…”

“We should probably make it meat lover’s” Cartman growled, curling his hand into a fist, pumping, as Kyle blushing furiously.

“Anything else?” The employee asked, with a tone that seemed suspicious but not surprised.

“A 2-Liter of Dr.Pepp- Christ, Cartman not so hard!”

Cartman grinned from ear to ear as Kyle stammered on the phone.

“…alright, I’ll get those started and it should be there in forty-five minu-“

“Yeah, yeah, thanks, bye!” Kyle threw his cell phone to the other side of the room before not censoring anything coming out of his mouth until the food came.

7:25 P.M.

“Kyle, I’m horny.”

  “We had sex at least three times today already, Cartman. Why don’t you go ahead and work on your part of our government project?”

 Kyle leaned back and flipped his textbook open, hating himself for waiting this long to get it started but not really caring as much since it was only the first draft needing to be done by the morning, and he considered himself the master of bullshitting. Cartman was laying on the front side of the bed, flipping through musicals on his Netflix account.

“I already did the hard part, collecting all of the research.”

  “How does that have anything to do with your part of the essay?” Kyle sighed, running a hand through his hair. He’d be lucky if either of them actually got some sleep between finishing one of their final projects of the year, and doing other stuff, of course.

  “Don’t worry babe, I’ll take care of it in a few minutes.” Carmtan says, as he clicks on Mamma Mia!

  “Well, the longer it takes for me to get this done, the longer it will take to fix your little problem, won’t it?” Kyle asked, and Cartman turned back to face him, eyeing his body lustfully.

“I mean, a little work now wouldn’t hurt, I guess.”

10:30 P.M.

Kyle stretched out within Cartman’s hold, both of them worn out from another round of sex, and from their seconds of whatever Pizza Hut was leftover.

  “I feel like we didn’t really get much done today.” Kyle yawned, pressing his face against Cartman’s neck. The other boy chuckled.

“Today is Sunday, Kyle. You know, the day where people really don’t do anything for shit?”

“I know, but still, it just went by so quickly.”

“I guess it’s just because I spend the day with you that I don’t really care about what to do during the day, as long as it’s between you and me.” Cartman acknowledged. Kyle was about to comment about how weird it was for him to say that, but the other boy dug his face into his back and just started kissing it instead. Kyle shook his head and squeezed one of the hands on his hips.

“I guess so.”