#detroit style pizza

[lustingfood]

Detroit style pizza w/ hot honey and ranch (x)

#food #food porn #pizza #pepperoni pizza #cheee #cheese pull #pepperoni #hot honey #ranch #detroit style pizza #detroit style #food gif #gifset #gif #mine #lustingfood

[fatty-food]

Detroit style pizza (via Instagram)

#food #pizza #detroit style pizza #detroit style #pepperoni #cheese

[hiddenworldofmary]

my quest for the best gluten free pizza is finished for now, my dad won first place and made a pizza so good and gluten-like i cried tears of joy; coincidentally the pizza was really similar to the last gluten pizza i ate last year which is a funny circle since back then i cried very sad tears and couldn’t imagine life without gluten and now it’s not all that bad

i love food, i love life

here’s the recipe: https://oliviaskitchen.com/detroit-style-pizza/

#i would marry that pizza if i could #that pizza made me feel so many good things #some of them unspeakable in the context of pizza #it was obscenely good #so fucking delicious #pizza #homemade pizza #detroit style pizza #apparently #gluten free pizza #gluten free #gluten free cooking #gluten free baking #food #gluten free food #foodie #mine

[justanoth3rday]

#pizza #detroit style pizza

[eva-knits12]

Jake Jensen Takes Care of You When You're Having You're Period

Trigger warning: period stuff, Jake Jensen getting all flustered, Jake Jensen being a sweet, adorable goofball, fluff.

Summary: Jake takes care of you when you're having your period.

"JAKE!" I scream.

"Shh, what is it honey bun?" says Jake, who's holding me close to him.

"Was it a bad dream?" asks Jake.

"No, it's just..." I say.

"OW!" I scream.

"It hurts. It hurts really bad," I say.

"Shhh, shhh," says Jake, who's now rubbing soothing circles on my back.

Jake and I just stay like this for a while. I yawn again, and Jake picks me up and carries me bridal style back to the bedroom.

Jake puts me under the covers, and pulls out the heating pad. He turns it on, and gives me the book that I'm reading. I read while the heating pad does it's thing. To say that my cramps are excruciating is an understatement.

He carried me to the bathroom, and even pulled my pants down and sat me on the toilet. That's when I saw it. That's when I saw the blood in my panties.

"Jake, my sweet goofball, can you run out and get me some pads?" I say, when I realized that I put my last one in.

Jake, meanwhile, is busy playing Animal Crossing. It's Saint Patrick's day, and Jake is missing out on the festivities. But, he'd much rather be home taking care of me right now. In fact, he ventured out earlier to get me the super absorbent pads and super absorbent overnight pads. It took him a while to get the pads and come back. Jake got all flustered with the store clerk.

"Does she like the Kotex, Always, Tampax, Playtex, Stayfree?" asks the clerk.

"I've never had to do this before," says Jake to the clerk, who is also a woman.

"Wait, you have a girlfriend, and you don't know what kind of feminine hygiene products she uses," says the clerk, with a laugh.

"Well, this is my first girlfriend...wait, I didn't mean it like that...I...uhh...I...well...." says Jake, all flustered.

"Oh, I get it. This is your first serious relationship. You still have a lot to learn about your girlfriends periods, that's okay. My ex-boyfriend refused to buy tampons for me," says the clerk.

"(Y/N) was the first girl who talked to me for longer than five minutes, and I've...never...had...to..." says Jake.

"Deal with your girlfriend's periods," says the clerk.

"Yeah," says a sheepish Jake.

"I'm trying to score some good boyfriend points right now by getting (y/n), my girlfriend, what she needs" says Jake.

"My sister and my cousin use these pads," says the clerk, grabbing a pack of Always pads from the shelf, in size 3 absorbency.

"They're great. You just choose what size that she needs based on her flow, the numbers and the colors make it easier to choose," says the clerk.

"I use these overnight pads," says the clerk, grabbing a pack of Always overnight pads in size 4 absorbency.

"Also, get her a bottle of Pamprin. Then, go to the candy aisle, and get her several boxes of chocolate, and then get her a few pints of her favorite Ben and Jerry's flavors from the freezer," says the clerk.

"Trust me, if you want to be on your girlfriends good side right now, you'll do those things," says the clerk.

"Thanks, I didn't realize that there was a period starter pack," says Jake, all red from embarrassment.

"It's no problem, we get this all the time. You're not the first man who's gotten all flustered," says the clerk.

Jake got the pads, the Pamprin, the chocolates, and four pints of Ben and Jerry's in Cherry Garcia, Half Baked, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, and Americone Dream.

Jake pays for the purchase, and then leaves the store. He drives back home in the Jeep, and he unpacks the ice cream and puts it in the freezer. He puts the pads in the bathroom, under the sink, on the left hand side, where I normally keep them. Jake puts the chocolates on my night stand.

Jake kisses my cheek and tuns off the heating pad. He sees that I've fallen asleep. He pulls the covers over me, and then gets back into the Jeep. He goes to McDonald's and gets us both a quarter pounder with cheese, a large fry to split, the Coke (for himself-I drink water), and a hot fudge sundae for me.

I wake up, only to realize that Jake isn't there. I start calling for Jake, and check his mancave, where I knew he would be. No Jake. I check the living room. No Jake. I go to the bathroom to relieve myself, and I see the pads under the sink when I reach for one. I change my pad, wash my hands, then take a Pamprin.

Jake enters the door with McDonald's in hand, and sees me walking towards him.

"Oh, honeybun. What are you doing out of bed?" asks Jake, kissing my forehead.

"I was looking for you. I didn't know what happened to you," I say.

"I got you what you needed, and then I went and got us McDonald's," says Jake.

"You were busy sleeping," says Jake.

"You got me a quarter pounder with cheese and fries?" I say.

"Yes, and I even got you that hot fudge sundae you like," says Jake.

My lips crash onto Jake's.

"Jake, thanks!" I say.

"I love you. I love you so much," I say.

"I love you, too," says Jake.

Jake kisses me again, and pulls out some paper plates, and removes the burgers from the bag and the fries. Jake gets you a bottle of water, and he puts his straw in the Coke. Jake divides the fries, and he puts the sundae in the freezer. Jake gets out the ketchup, and he squirts a sizeable amount on the side of his plate. I even squirt a sizeable amount on the side of my plate. Jake and I found out on a date early on that we both liked to dip our fries in ketchup, not squirt them on the fries. In our eyes, it was the only acceptable way to have fries and ketchup.

Jake and I talk and eat our lunch. Jake then gives me the sundae, and I eat it. Jake throws out the paper plates, the boxes and the bag. He picks me up and carries me bridal style back to the bedroom, but I insist on the bathroom. I need to change my pad again.

Jake deposits me in the bathroom, and I reach for a pad, and I change it. It seems that the new pads Jake got me absorbs quite a lot, and I put another one in. Later, I'm going to take a nice, hot bath to help soothe the cramps. I would love for Jake to join me.

After I'm done, Jake carries me back to bed, and pulls the covers over me. I fall asleep again, and this time, and Jake plays another video game. After a while, Jake stops, removes his glasses, and falls asleep next to me. He's pulls me close to his chest, and we both sleep for the rest of the afternoon.

After a while, I wake up, and Jake is already wide awake, his arms still around me.

"Are you feeling better, honey bun?" asks Jake.

"A little," I say.

"What do you want for dinner?" says Jake.

"Pizza sounds good," I say.

"Okay. Our usual toppings?" says Jake.

"Yes, Jake, with all of the usual toppings," I say.

Jake orders the pizza, and we decide to play Mario Kart while we wait. He ordered it for delivery, instead of pick up, and I can't wait. I go to get us our drinks after a while, and I go to gather my pj's and I put a pair of panties on top, and take them to the bathroom. I put the overnight pad in my panties, and I gather the bath bomb, and the bubble bath.

The pizza arrives, and it's the Detroit style pizza that we both love, with pepperoni and mushrooms. He even made sure to get those red pepper flakes to put on it.

Jake puts on a movie. We watch Fantastic Four, and eat the pizza. After I'm done, I wash my hands. Jake has some vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce, while I down my pint of Cherry Garcia.

The movie is over, and I go to draw my bath. I start to run the water, and put in the bubble bath and the bath bomb.

"Honey bun, let me join you. I think we could both use some couple bath time," says Jake.

I let the water get to hot, and I take my clothes off, and get in. Jake gets down, and he turns on his phone, and puts on some soft spa music, and lights some candles. We sit there in the tub, and just soak until the water turns cold. Jake kisses every inch of bare skin he can find.

After, Jake and I get out of the tub, and we dry each other off. Jake is in his lounge pants and T-shirt, and I'm in my pj's. We both brush our teeth. Then we kiss each other lovingly. I take a few Pamprin.

"Good night, honey bun," says Jake.

"Good night, my sweet goofball," I say.

Jake and I snuggle as we both fall asleep. The next morning, we wake up, and just lay in each other's arms.

"Are you feeling better?" asks Jake.

"Good morning, my sweet goofball," I say.

"Yes, I'm already feeling much better," I say.

I have the most amazing, cute, even cuter when he's flustered, caring, sweetest boyfriend in the world. Jake wouldn't trade this for the world. I wouldn't even trade this for the world.

#jake jensen #periods #period cramps #period products #detroit style pizza #fantastic four #johnny storm #ben and jerrys #chocolate #romantic bath #fluff #domestic fluff

[senatortedcruz]

this is a funny meme but one time my company threw a pizza party so bad the manager had to apologize and throw us a second one

#detroit style pizza #that's all I have to say

[masoncarr2244]

Some more random Pizza Hut gifs I made.

#pizza hut #detroit style pizza #stuffed crust pizza #pizza #gif #gifs #fast food

[clovesbook]

Ordered this amazing pizza today from @squarepieguys. It’s a collab with top chef @chefmelissaking. Called The King’s Pie.

#ricoh griiix #ricoh #ricoh gr #ricohmafia #ricohgr #pizzalover #pepperoni pizza #detroit style pizza #top chef #food #foodstagram #foodporn #gr3x #ricoh gr3

[pizzaplz]

Pepperoni Detroit-style pizza from Patina Pizzeria. Niagara-On-The-Lake, Ontario, Canada.

#pepperoni #pepperoni pizza #Detroit style pizza #canada #canadian pizza #basil #pan pizza #cheesy #delicious #foodie #food #food photography #food pics #ontario #niagara #niagara-on-the-lake

[paulpingminho]

#Detroit style pizza #Detroit Pizza Pub #Detroit food #Michigan food #Ann Arbor #Michigan #gardiniera

[lustingfood]

Detroit Style Pizza (x)

#food #detroit style pizza #detroit style #pizza #cheese #food gif #mine #gif

[nonenosome2]

Detroit style pizza is delicious.

That is all.

#pizza #detroit style pizza

[coolfoodpictures]

Detroit style pizza. Deep dish with small pepperoni, fresh, basil, and fresh mozzarella.

#pizza #detroit style pizza #mozarella #foodie #foodpics #foodporn

[coolfoodpics]

Detroit style pizza, deep dish, pizza with pepperoni, mozzarella, and fresh basil.

#food #foodporn #foodislife #pizza #detroit style pizza

[justanoth3rday]

#pizza day #best day of the week #detroit style pizza

[eva-knits12]

Pizza with Ransom Drysdale

Trigger warning: pizza, mentions of a chronic illness, the Detroit Lions, fluff

Summary: You and Ransom order a pizza.

You and Ransom are engaged and living together in this one. You two also start looking at wedding venues and start planning.

It's Sunday, and the Pats are playing on TV. The Lions are playing against the Pats. Ransom wants to watch the game, which is fine for you, because you can go into your craft room and work on your latest knitting project while listening to a podcast.

Ransom had never had the pleasure of ordering a pizza for delivery. Between his parents fighting, his dad cheating, and Linda being distant, all Ransom knew was the lavish dinners that were often prepared for him by the help.

"So, you've never ordered a pizza from the local pizza place?", you say, almost shocked.

Friday nights growing up were reserved for pizza and renting movies, and watching as a family. You often watched comedies and kid-friendly stuff, and then would play Scrabble, Sorry, Monopoly, Uno, or even Pictionary. Sundays were often reserved for TV Dinners because everyone did their own thing on that day. Your brother often had a soccer game, and you often volunteered at the local nursing home.

"No, I never had ordered a pizza. Do they have the pizza margarita that Nordstrom's has?" asks Ransom, curious about this culinary revolution.

"Oh, you're missing out. I'll order from the local place, and you'll see how good it is. I also know that you will often make it from scratch. I know you've had frozen pizza. But ordering a pizza is a whole different experience," you say.

You are having a bad day, and you need your walker today. Ransom and you were talking and snuggling in bed while you both sipped your first cups of coffee. You Google the local pizza places, and decide on a local Pizza Hut, which is now featuring a Detroit Style pizza.

"Ransom, I'm going to go take a nice, hot shower," you say, wincing.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're in pain today. You're having a bad day, rest. Let me help you," says Ransom, who places your walker in front of you, and sits next to you. He helps you up, and stands behind you, as the feeling of fainting and falling over is high right now.

(If you've never had this culinary masterpiece, you're missing out. It's really good, and fills you up. It's also piping hot. If you do it right, the toppings are on the bottom, and the sauce is on top. The one pictured is the Jet's style, which is a local pizza chain. Does it sound strange that way? Not to me!)

Ransom stands behind you, grabbing onto your hips and helps you to the bathroom and closes the door once you're safely inside. You relieve yourself, wash your hands, and then open the door. Ransom has gathered you your clothes for the day, which today is sweats and your favorite sweatshirt. Ransom is wearing his sweats and his favorite comfy sweater, the cable knit one with tons of holes in it.

Ransom is already showered, and his cologne smells nice and comforting. You stand in the shower, and let the hot water cascade over you. You wash your hair, and then get ready to shave your legs. You open the bathroom door, and ask for Ransom.

"Ransom, can you help me shave my legs?", you ask.

Ransom is more than happy to help you with this task. Ever since your MS progressed, it has made doing some daily tasks difficult. Luckily, Ransom is there to help you out.

"Just think, we never even thought about looking at venues," says Ransom.

"I know. Look, we're taking things one day at a time right now," you say. "I know we should start planning, so maybe we can look at venues on-line today before the game starts," you say.

"Okay, but rest. You're going to need your energy for PT tomorrow," says Ransom.

Ransom pulls out his journal, and writes down something in it. He puts down "Help Louise with the wedding planning." So, Ransom makes breakfast for the both of you. Ransom's made you both blueberry pancakes and sausage for breakfast. Ransom picks you up and carries you to the kitchen.

You and Ransom just talk during breakfast, and you both have your second cup of coffee. Olga clears the table, and Ransom carries you back to the living room, bridal style. He places you on the couch, covers your lap with a blanket, and hands you your book. After a while, you fall asleep again, while Ransom reads his issue of Time.

Ransom glances over, and sees that you've fallen asleep. He lies next to you and places your head on his chest. He lovingly kisses you on the forehead, and just watches you sleep, and he falls asleep next to you.

After a few hours, you and Ransom both wake up, with your stomachs growling. Olga has made tomato soup and grilled cheese for the both of you, and you and Ransom eat every bite and talk.

You talk about what you want for the wedding, and you haven't even discussed how many guests. You were going to look at venues first, then make a decision. Your goal now was to walk down the aisle without the aid of a mobility device.

Ransom and you both Google local venues, and still haven't found the right one.

"Maybe if we go see them in person, rather than see them on Google, we'll get an idea of what they look like in person," says Ransom.

"That's a good idea, honey, then we can get an idea of how many guests we want at the wedding. I know we haven't set a date yet, but it's good that we're taking things one day at a time," you say.

Having MS often made your days difficult. Today was a bad day, and doing daily tasks was difficult. Ransom smiles at you lovingly, feeling like he had hit the jackpot and won a gold medal. He vowed to be there for you when he first started dating you, two months into your relationship. He didn't want you going through your bad days alone, and he held that word very seriously. He loved you with his whole heart, and in his eyes, you are perfect to him. He looks at you and doesn't see someone with an illness. He looks at you and just sees a person, period.

You call the local Pizza Hut and order the Detroit Style pizza. The game would be starting in a while, and Ransom hands you your book while you both wait for the pizza to arrive.

Ransom has turned on the TV, and watches the pre-game. He looks over at you and smiles.

"I love you. You are so perfect, MS and all," says Ransom. He tells you this every day, and he means every word of it.

The pizza arrives, and Ransom pays for it. It smells wonderful, and looks good.

Olga has left for the day, and you pull down two plates. You place a slice on Ransom's place and a slice on your plate. You and Ransom eat and watch the pre-game.

You and Ransom are done eating, and have some chocolate chip cookies that he baked yesterday for dessert.

You both wash your hands, and Ransom carries you bridal style to your craft room, and he places your knitting bag next to you. You pick it up, and cast on for some basic vanilla socks that you want to knit.

You put on a podcast, and work on the socks for a little bit. Ransom comes to check on you during the commercial break, and he sees that you're starting to yawn. He goes into your shared bedroom, and lays out your pajamas. You turn off the computer, and place your socks in the bag, and grab your walker, and you stand up. Ransom comes back, and picks you up, and carries you bridal style back to the bedroom. He flips on the TV and turns it to the game, and he helps you get into your pajamas.

He then carries you to the bathroom, and you relieve yourself, wash your hands, and brush your teeth.

Ransom pulls down your covers, and carries you back to bed. He deposits you into the bed, and he kisses your forehead.

"Good night, sweetheart," says Ransom. "I love you, you are perfect to me, MS and all," says Ransom.

"Good night my sweet boy. I love you, you are perfect to me," you say.

You fall asleep, and after the game, Ransom comes back to the bedroom. He puts on his pajamas, and lies next to you, and pretty soon, your both sleeping in each other's arms. He kisses you on your forehead.

#ransom drysdale #love #detroit style pizza #fluff #soft ransom