salty pork


when you, a person who can’t look at a carbohydrate without having to run 3 km, go hang out with your friends with their perfect metabolism…. yeah

anonymous asked:

What do the RFA + minor trio think about pineapple on pizza? What kind of food do they like and dislike apart from what's stated in the game? I hope you guys are doing well!

A/N: I AM A FULL ADVOCATE FOR PINEAPPLES ON PIZZA AND Y'ALL CAN FIGHT ME (don’t actually fight me i respect your opinions I promise, you do you) (And I’m doing well, thank you! I hope you are as well ^^) ~Admin 404

Okay y’all I hope I did my research alright?? I hope I got the right names to the right food?? *small screaming*


               -Honestly I can see him enjoying the fruity flavour with his pizza

               -He’s just that kind of dude you know? Like he tries to be mellow and fails

               -And what better way to prove you’re mellow and cool than put some god damn fruit on your pizza??

                               American food

               -If we’re going American food, I think he’d really like hot pockets

               -I mean come on?? They’re fast?? And hot?? And come in so many different ways? Not to mention they can be chEAP

               -His favourites are the ham and cheese ones

               -12/10 burns himself EVERY SINGLE TIME. BUT THEY’RE STILL COLD IN THE MIDDLE. He hates them but still loves them so much

               -But he hates most other flavours though? He can handle the pizza one but everything else is just a bunch of blasphemy

                               Korean Food

               -Out of Korean foods I think he’d like some Bindaetteok, or Mung Bean Pancake

               -Sometimes he eats them without the vinaigrette dipping sauce

               -Just piles them into his mouth

               -Hates any sort of sour candy

               -His precious taste buds can’t handle sour

               -Actually cries?? When there’s sour??

               -His face scrunches up and he looks so childish but still sO CUTE


               -Fruit should be fruit and pizza should be pizza

               -Does not like the two intermingling together

               -Actually appalled when someone puts pineapple on their pizza

               -O V E R D R A M A T I C

               -Throws himself to the floor, curses the world, sheds a few tears

                               American Food

               -Seriously. Anything from Chipotle

               -His favourite thing to get would be a burrito bowl, so it’s got rice, chicken, beans, cheese, and sour cream

               -Which he’s like HELL YEAH IT’S HEALTHY I’M NOT CHEATING ON MY DIET

               -But, SURPRISE, BITCH. THE PORTION SIZES ARE NOT HEALTHY. Try again later

               -Does not like any form of cheeseburger though from any place

               -Always too greasy. He can literally feel his stomach churn just looking at one

               -God forbid any of that grease runs down his arm. His pERFECT SKIN. NO!

                               Korean Food


               -They’re grilled chicken skewers covered in red chili sauce

               -“It’s chicken MC, it’s always healthy” not the amount you’re inhaling them they aren’t

               -As body conscious as he is, he hates veggie crackers

               -They’re just so artificial and really salty

               -Prefers the real vegetable instead


               -Logically fruit has no reason to be on a pizza

               -It’s a conflicting taste for her mouth and she doesn’t quite know where to place it

               -All she knows is wow she does not like it

               -Maybe it’s the crunch that shouldn’t be there??

                               American Food


               -It’s freaking made up of ladyfingers, rum, and coffee. All in one custard dessert.

               -Why in the hell would she not enjoy that???

               -She hates nachos

               -Hear me out, she’s tried them once at your request and immediately despised them

               -They’re so messy and the chips get soggy

               -And the cheese just tastes so artificial, it’s gross to her

                               Korean Food

               -Her guilty pleasures are chapsal yakgwa (Korean sweet cakes)

               -They’re cakes made from honey, sesame oil, and wheat flour and they taste like glAZED DONUTS


               -She doesn’t really like Mul Naengmyeon, which is noodles in ice soup

               -It’s not that the flavour isn’t nice or anything, it’s that it’s so cold

               -Dear god if she’s already a little cold, after eating this it’s like she’s in Antarctica


               -He’s had some expensive, top notch pizza before

               -So it has a different flavour to it, right?

               -10/10 believe Jumin Han likes pineapple on his pizza solely for the reason that he’s high class

               -I bet he’s had fresh pineapple cut up in front of him and placed on his pizza

                               American Food

               -RoOt BeEr FlOaTs

               -Some of the best french vanilla bean ice cream

               -And some of the best root beer soda

               -Fancy Ass Root Beer Floats™ (Not to mention literally anything you can make into a float. Pineapple juice and dole whip, amAZING)

               -HATES HOT DOGS

               -               626: It’s probably because they make him feel submissive, isn’t it?

                               404: you fucking asSHOLE THAT’S NOT IT

               -Hates the fact that it’s a bunch of things just…. mashed together

               -And the textURE IS WEIRD. Uncooked they’re just slimy and floppy and just e w

                               Korean Food

               -He likes Dolsot Bibimbap!

               -It’s a hotpot mixed rice, with sautéed vegetables and toasted seaweed flakes, and sesame seeds!

               -Sometimes his saltiness isn’t enough to cover for his food, so he adds chili paste

               -But he doesn’t like Cold Bibimbap

               -Something about it being cold didn’t make him happy

               -Possibly because it didn’t feel like a warm loving meal which he subconsciously just wANTS

               - why did i do that to myself


               -Isn’t it like lowkey meme-y to have pineapple on your pizza nowadays??

               -He’d definitely have it on there

               -Does he like it? Yeah it doesn’t bother him, the crunch is nice

               -Definitely not the same as putting Honey Buddah chips on there but hey it works

                               American Food


               -I can see him just coming home with a large cardboard box completely stuffed with homemade tacos

               -Always trying to make some for himself at home and setting the damn tortillas on fire


               -As good as the flavours are, all he can think about is how hARD THEY ARE TO CHEW

               -Has flashbacks about the time he got his teeth practically glued shut because he put too many in his mouth at once

                               Korean Food

               -When he actually eats “real food”, he likes to snack on Hotteok!

               -They’re deep fried treats, one savory and one sweet!

               -He prefers the savory one because it’s salty, it’s filled with glass noodles and garlic pork

               -The saltiness stays in tune with his HBC so his “tongue wouldn’t get confused”


               -“Saeyoung, they could be better for you than-” “MC DON’T YOU DARE EVEN SAY IT”

               -Doesn’t care what flavour the package says, they are NOT. THE. SAME. And he HATES THEM


               -I think the random crunch on his pizza would throw him off

               -If you like it he’ll completely respect you and probably force himself to eat it for your sake

               -Otherwise I think he’d respectfully decline it

               -If they’re separate, he can handle it, just not together

                               American Food

               -Oh my god he loves literally any kind of pie

               -Searches the world during his travels to find the best little bakery shops for pies

               -His favourite is probably apple pie because he loves the cinnamon flavour as well!


               -I take it back, there is one pie he doesn’t like

               -SWEET POTATO

               -HATES IT SO MUCH. It’s just the thought that this…vegetable is now in a pie… that should be fruity…and it’s not….

               -It’s just the THOUGHT OF IT MC. He refuses to even try it, that’s how much he hates the thought

                               Korean Food

               -Yaki Mandu! Which is deep friend mandu

               -It’s filled with pork, glass noodles, and a variety of salty seasonings

               -A nice change against his sweet tooth for pies, definitely

               -But dislikes Jjinmadu, which is steamed mandu dumplings

               -They’re filled with things such as pork, onions, and mung bean noodles

               -But something about the texture of the noodle-like wrappers feels weird in his mouth

               -Cut it open and take the things out then hell yeah he’s good to go


               -Probably one of those jERKS WHO FIGHT YOU OVER LIKING PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA

               -“FRUIT. DOESN’T. BELONG. THERE. MC.”


               - IT’S AMAZING OKAY

               -Has literally walked out of the house when you told him you’ve ordered pineapple on the pizza

                               American Food

               -Honestly, he really likes s'mores

               -Something about the melting marshmallow makes him and his taste buds happy

               - that and being so close to the fire, damn pyro

               -He mixes it up and tries different chocolate flavours, like caramel or cookies and cream

               -But dear god, keep him away from those “weirdos” on Thanksgiving with the Turducken


               -It’s just so nasty to him. And it’s waaaaay too much food

               -He can be mean but thinks the people shoving two more birds into one is just w r o n g

                               Korean Food

               -He really likes to snack on Kancho Choco Biscuits

               -Which are these small little biscuits(cookies) with milk chocolate inside

               -Pours the whole box into his mouth some days because he cAN’T GET THEM IN THERE FAST ENOUGH

               -Dislikes Tornado Potatoes

               -Mainly because he thinks it’s a waste of time? People tend to like it because it “looks cool” according to him

               -It’s a fried and seasoned potato cut into a spiral and spread on a stick

               -“MC if I wanted fried potatoes I’d go get some french fries, they’re easier to eat god dammit”


Previous Chapters:  Teaser/Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Unexpected – Chapter 5

The sun caresses his eyelids, causing the faintest of tingles upon his skin as it slowly brings him from his depth of sleep.  He doesn’t open them.  Instead he breathes in, inhaling the distinctive scent of the beach.  It’s delicate hints of salt and sea.  He’s always loved places like this.  Where you imagine its smelled the same way for thousands of years, not yet tinged by smog or the also distinctive smells of the industrial world.  

He moves, eyes till shut, his body objecting.  He can feel a dull pain in his neck, a numbness that seems to extend from his right shoulder all the way down the right side of his body.  His brain and all of its functions still seem to be lost in slumber.  He inhales another long, slow breath, taking in the tantalizing smell of the ocean as he tries to gain more consciousness.  A few cells seem to become more alert.

Reaching his hand out, he flexes it, igniting more sore muscles, and then lets it fall down.  When it hits the material of the lounge chair, more cells in his brain awaken.  He pushes his tired eyelids up, twinging slightly as the sun bores into them.  When the searing light finally lets up on him, he moves his gaze beside of him, to the empty space there.  He takes a deep breath, his mind shifting to the night before. To the woman missing from the space.

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Slow roasted pork chop with mashed potatoes, and green beans from Sunshine Seasons located in Epcot’s Land Pavilion.

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Hello friendos. Do you like Isayama’s favorite character Reiner Braun? Do you like salty pork boy? Do you like imagining them smushed together? Do you wanna talk about them? Do you have Discord downloaded?? Are you at least 18 years old???

If so, drop me a DM or an ask. Come talk about gallirei with us! ^^b PLEASE BE 18+ tyvm

random thought, but I love how well Galliard’s been developed within such a short amount of chapters. he’s a character that I totally understand the feelings and motives of and he’s only been around since Chapter 93.

unlike any of the other new characters, he’s a guy I can appreciate on the same level as Zeke and Reiner as an individual character with his own struggles.

even Piiku hasn’t fell into that for me yet, though I imagine she’s going to eventually.

I just think it’s strong writing, being able to convey this information within three chapters, especially while he’s not even the focus of those chapters.

basically I love this salty pork boy.


Cooking with PEK

PEK is a canned pork product manufactured in Poland and sold worldwide.

At least, that’s the official line.

I had previously ingested PEK during the making of a short film about an encounter between a lonely man and some Mormon missionaries. This film was heavily based on fact, although we took some artistic liberties in having my character eat food that smells, and looks, very similar to budget dog food.

Eating it cold had not been a particularly pleasant experience. It was slimy, fatty and, not surprisingly given that’s it canned pork, exceedingly salty.

However, it had a meaty taste I just couldn’t stop thinking about.

Days passed, weeks went by, and I found myself unable to think of much else apart from PEK.

My body had been exposed to a new, exotic, substance the consumption of which seemed somehow profane.

It was as if by the mere act of opening up the tin and releasing the stink that I was actually breaking an ancient taboo, that I was performing a ceremonial act of transgression.

I was haunted by PEK.

So, I decided to return to my local ASDA and pick up a pack of PEK.

PEK retails at around £1 a can ($1.68 for my American friends, €1.23 for my European chums).

Once home I took my PEK in hand and examined it.

There were many serving suggestions, on pizza, in pasta, delicious hot or cold.

With a sense of distant foreboding, I took out my trusty can opener and set to work releasing the PEK.

The first thing you notice about opening a tin of PEK is the instant release of odour. It’s pungent and meaty, similar to what you might encounter if you shared a cramped car journey with an Alsatian that was breathing heavily in your face.

The second thing you notice is the clear fat which bursts forth from the can as you saw around its perimeter.

I won’t lie, there’s something strangely satisfying about it.

It’s not dissimilar, I suppose, to the enjoyment some people get from seeing spots get popped, or cysts drained.

Prising the PEK out of the tin I plated it so that I could observe it from all angles, and I then cut it into chunks.

As you can see from the pictures at one stage it seemed to want to reform itself into some sort of worm shape.

This was not my doing, I thought it best to hurry up and cook the PEK.

I opted to try it pan fried, a small splash of olive oil, on the hob at full whack.

Very quickly I realized there had been no need for the oil. There was so much fat in the PEK that it did a great job of cooking itself in its ’natural juices’.

It soon crackled up nicely. I got a great crisp on the exterior of the chunks, it felt good to see it change from a pale pink to a golden brown.

I told myself that this made sense, that I was doing PEK properly this time.

Satisfied that my PEK was ready to eat, I removed it from the hot pan and greedily dug in.

I was pleasantly surprised.

It had crisped up very nicely and the high cooking heat seemed to have killed off some of the dog foodiness that I encountered when eating it cold.

It had, I thought, the potential to make some very nice crackling if cooked in the oven correctly.

Perhaps I had stumbled on to a budget roast dinner in a can?

Maybe this was a cook’s cheat, a well-kept culinary secret, a unappetizing looking lifehack that would yield great pork dinners at a fraction of the normal cost?

The more I ate, however, the stranger I felt. PEK has a highly unusual mouth feel.

When trying to think of a comparable experience that my readers might have encountered all that came to mind was french kissing the family dog after it had gorged itself on the remains of a particularly bloated badger.

Even now, hours after having eaten it and having brushed my teeth twice, it’s still there on my tongue. I fear it’s taken permanent residence in my mouth.

I quickly hit a PEK wall. I was experiencing nausea, but I was actually more worried that I would gorge myself on the entire can.

Luckily, a neighborhood cat wandered in and I fed him the remainder of the PEK.

Wolfing it down, he crawled onto the sofa and passed out, where he’s remained ever since. His tiny cat chest seems to rising and falling, so I’m not too worried yet.

He may yet succumb to salt poisoning, if so I will undoubtedly experience some guilt and remorse over this. I will, not, however volunteer this information to his owners.

I had a great deal of unwanted thoughts entering my head after I had finished with the PEK.

When I closed my eyes I kept seeing visions of giant pink worms, fully sentient and experiencing unbearable agonies.

They called to me and told me of their plight and their sad origins; theirs had been an ancient culture who had always been a peaceful people joined in a psychic government, but a dark force had come from a distant star and enslaved them.

A name burned in my mind, I was compelled to write it down:

Perseus Endometriosis Kronos.

It means nothing to me, gibberish undoubtedly brought on by an adverse reaction to pork.

What else could it possibly be?

A postscript to this review; I contacted the consumer information line which was printed on the can of PEK. It rang off, but seconds later I was called back on my mobile by an unknown number.

A cultured British accent, male, warned me not to look too deeply into PEK, that one shouldn’t rock the boat old chap, and that PEK was perfectly happy being PEK and that everything had its place in the natural hierarchy of things. I was confused, I didn’t know how to respond.

The man was polite, yet there was steel beneath his voice. I found I could not argue with him, or say much of anything except to meekly agree that I would not be looking more deeply into PEK.

So, there you have it. My encounter with PEK. I’ve chosen to publish this article on here so that someone may make some sense out of it all and, I suppose, as some measure of security against the forces out there operating under the guise of processed pork manufacturers.

Roasted Pork Belly Fried Rice


  • Extra Virgin Olive Oil (or other preferred cooking oil)
  • Roasted Pork Belly, chopped into small cubes
  • Cooked Rice, about 2 cups*
  • ½ Onion, diced (brown or yellow, your preference)
  • 1 tbsp Garlic, minced
  • Pepper, to taste
  • Salt, if you need it (I find that between the soy sauce and the pork its salty enough for my tastes)
  • 2 eggs
  • ½ cup Green Onion, sliced
  • 1 tbsp Fresh Ginger, grated (Optional, you can also adjust ginger to taste!)
  • Soy Sauce
  • Sesame Oil (approx 1 tsp)

*Day old rice works best! The reason for this is that day old rice or leftover rice has less moisture, and fries better! If you don’t have day old rice, and least stick it in the fridge to cool for an hour. It makes a huge difference.

**Feel free to adjust amounts of everything on here, I never use exact measurements when I cook it, and these are the approximate measurements from my last batch!


  1. In large frying pan or saute pan (one with taller sides is best) on medium to medium high heat, coat the bottom of the pan with oil, with a little extra. Add brow/yellow onions and garlic, and cook until the onions become slightly translucent, stirring frequently.
  2. Add rice, and fry until its slightly brown, stirring frequently. If the rice starts burning or sticking too much to the bottom of the pan, add more oil (or even butter, if you like).
  3. Add pepper, to taste. I just eyeball it.
  4. Add the roasted pork belly, and continue stirring until its heated up.
  5. Push all the rice mixture to the sides of the pan, making a bowl in the middle of the pan. Add a touch of oil and drop the eggs and ginger in the middle, frying until the eggs are cooked, then mix into the rice mixture.
  6. Mix about 1 tsp of sesame oil into the pan. This doesn’t seem like much, but it makes a huge difference in taste, and smells amazing. A little goes a long way though!
  7. Lightly drizzle soy sauce over rice. I typically zig-zag across the pan 3-4 times. Mix everything together, and turn off heat.
  8. Stir in green onions until everything is well mixed.
  9. Serve & Enjoy!


  • Olive oil: Fertility, luck, protection, healing
  • Onions:  Prosperity, stability, endurance, protection
  • Garlic: Healing, protection, purification
  • Ginger: Adventure, new experiences, sensuality, sexuality, personal confidence, prosperity, and success
  • Eggs: Fertility, lust, protection, spirituality, strength
  • Sesame Oil: Money, lust, and passion
  • Soy Sauce: Protection
  • Salt: Cleansing, purification, grounding, protection
  • Pepper: Banishing negativity, exorcism, and protection from evil
  • Pork: Fertility, grounding, strength
  • Rice: Fertility, lust, prosperity, protection

Bacon-Wrapped Potato Bites with Spicy Sour Cream Dipping Sauce

Makes about three dozen bites

1 pound small or medium red potatoes
2 ½ teaspoons salt, divided
1 ½ teaspoons minced fresh rosemary
1 tablespoon olive oil
Freshly ground pepper
12 ounces to 1 pound thick-cut bacon
1 cup (8 ounces) sour cream
1-3 teaspoons hot sauce
Salt and pepper

Preheat the oven to 400°F.

Wash and dry the potatoes. Chop them into 1-inch pieces, keeping the chunks roughly the same size even if they aren’t the exact same shape. Put the potatoes in a medium pot, cover with cold water, and bring to a boil. Season the water with 2 teaspoons of salt. Once the water begins to boil, cook the potatoes for 3 to 4 minutes, until you can stick a fork into them without too much resistance. You want the potatoes to be almost, but not fully, cooked through so they won’t fall apart during the next steps.

Drain the potatoes and put them in a large bowl. Add the rosemary, olive oil, ½ teaspoon salt, and a few grinds of pepper, and toss until the potatoes are evenly coated.

Cut the strips of bacon into thirds. Wrap each potato bite in a piece of bacon, securing it with a toothpick. Put the potatoes on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper or aluminum foil spaced an inch or two apart. You may need to cook the potatoes in two batches.

Cook the potatoes for 15 minutes, then flip each piece. Cook for another 15 to 20 minutes, until the bacon is cooked through and as crisp as you like it. Mix the sour cream and hot sauce in a small bowl. Season with salt and pepper. Pile the potato bites on a plate and serve alongside the dip.