This is awesome -why have I never seen this in TV??!
For anyone possibly wondering what the woman says at the end: “Sauerländer cucumbers. Crisp in bite.” (or possibly “crisp/firm to the bite” -it’s a pretty strange phrase in German as well)
Here’s one scenario: Sayid talking with Lucy about midterms, says he’s “in a pickle” for one reason or another, Galasso overhears just that part. Galasso interprets this as pickles taking his underlings down one by one, which is attacking his empire from the bottom up. He imagines some pickle themed supervillan behind it all. Soon the dumpster oozes neon green, the air heavy with the scent of vinegar and dill.
This is Galasso we’re talking about here. The whole idea that there was a recognisable causative event to this delusion is essentially a laughable nonsense.
I mean if they were a couple Jacob’s words might be kinda uncool but fond exasperation over personality quirks between friends has never really raised any warning flags for me. Like there doesn’t feel like there’s any real judgement going on here.
When Joyce ordered her noodles after Church, Jacob told her outright that he didn’t want her to do that kind of thing for him. He also expressed concern about pushing her to act differently, even unintentionally. If Jacob picks up on what’s going through her head here, I expect he’ll apologise.
Mis-steps are okay! Jacob is doing his best and correcting his errors.
Friendly teasing about her eating habits is apparently a staple of both her relationship with Becky and with her family. As is, judging from the sibling lunch before it went bad, her failed determination to overcome it.
If she’s overreacting here, it’s because of her crush and her fear she’s too weird for him. Let that all settle down, like by actually getting into a soid relationship and he’d be able to tease her all he liked.
Luckily, Becky has the option of correcting Dorothy and saying, “You mean her usual small sausage pizza with the sausage picked off and put on the side in a little bowl.”
I genuinely love pickles, but they do not make the best pizza topping. (I’ve seriously never heard of pickles on pizza before this strip. Is it actually a thing? o_o)
It’s probably a thing in that putting almost anything on pizza is a thing somewhere, but it’s definitely not common. I don’t think that’s what Becky meant, anyway– they could have stopped serving pickle spears on the side of subs for a bit, for instance, but they have reinstated them. Joyce just wants to overcompensate.
Come up with a suitable, slightly off-the-wall combo that would be in character for each or any of those and email it to me, and I’ll pass it along to the Chief Surgeon.
Incidentally, I recognize all of them except Doc Martin. Who’s he?
He’s the eponymous doctor of a British show carried on PBS. He’s a kind of an odd duck who leaves a medical practice in London and sets up shop in a Cornish seaside village, which, wouldn’t you know it (and such a surprise for a British show), is full of odd ducks.
It was one of my mom’s favorite shows and it kind of grew on me, too.
Doc Martin is an ITV comedy/drama about a grouchy, misanthropic surgeon who relocates to a small village in Cornwall to become the village’s general practitioner after he develops a phobia of seeing blood. The titular doctor is played by Martin Clunes, who you might recognize from other British shows.
In other words, imagine House but with a strong work-ethic, extreme OCD, and a blood phobia.
You should have a Dr. No as well. I’d say some sort of jamaican/caribbean flavors for it (Seeing as the Island of Dr. No is in the caribbean in the books and film)
Dr. Phil – A conflicting hot mess of a pizza heavy on the tears. One side has hot sauce and linguica, the other has roasted vegetables and sausage. The whole thing has extra onions.
Dr. Oz – A front of common sense with undertones of BS. Regular pepperoni pizza with mushroom and/or anchovy hidden under the cheese.
Dr. Quinn – White ranch sauce, barbecue chicken or pork, crumbled bacon. An amalgam of “western” pizza fixings.
Dr. Pierce – A mashup of cheese, pepperoni, roasted green bell pepper, onion (the drama), and olives (the martinis).
My family has made pickle pizza for fridays in Lent for 4 generations. My grandma made it for my mom, my mom for me and my sister, and we have made it for our kids.
Vinegar on its own is disgusting, especially white vinegar. Once it becomes pickle brine and loses that distinct smell, it’s alright. Basalmic is okay on fries, but kosher dill pickle juice is a lot better. (Tastes like dill potato chips.)
“I want pickles! I want pickles so much! In fact, take your dill pickles, chop them up, and add them to the sauce! And take all the dill-vinegar juice that’s left in the twenty jars of pickles you used up and mix it into the pizza dough so that the pizza is one huge ginormous pickle I can stuff into my mouth! That’s right, you heard me, dill juice in the dough! I wan’t dill dough! DILL DOUGH!”
Focaccia is my potluck specialty, and I often put fresh herbs in the dough. Rosemary, thyme, tarragon, sage…but never yet have I tried dill. I’m thinking it would be pretty good.
Dill, tarragon, shallots, provolone…I think I know what I’m trying next time. But I absolutely will not anyone I am serving them dill dough.
Although, most likely, most of the people I know would come up with that on their own.
I wonder if Jacob’s aware of that from Sarah’s Joyce stories in the past, or if Joyce had been picky in front of him prior. He was around for her disassembling her taco (not a euphemism), so he would have observed that much, I guess.
That taco disassembly moment was the first scene with both Jacob and Sarah in it. So he witnessed Joyce’s bizarre eating habits before Sarah ever discussed Joyce’s food quirks with him in further detail.
Would it be good enough for her now though? I can’t help thinking some of the loss in flavor isn’t down to me just being older and more taste conscious.
Ah yes, I remember when I used to hate pickles. And onions. And tomatoes. Then I started to like them by the time I was 15-16 years old cuz I had this real delicious burger one time.
ahh, tomatoes. I always loved raw tomatoes, but I couldn’t stand cooked ones unless they were pureed, like, soup or ketchup. then I spent some time in china, where we couldn’t eat raw veggies, and after a few months I started getting this weird urge to eat the cooked tomatoes that came with our scrambled eggs. whatever vitamins they had, I *really* needed them – and I’ve not had a problem eating cooked tomatoes since then. 🙂
I had something kinda similar happen with spinach too, but the opposite way around – as a kid I would only eat cooked spinach, because popeye. 🙂
My elementary school lunch program turned me off spinach for decades (I’ve finally started sampling it, in small doses) by serving it finely chopped, and possibly [i]scooped[/i] – a form that resembled nothing so much as what you’d scrape off the bottom of a lawn mower.
Consider that most children are already wary of eating ‘greens’…
I wish greens had been presented to me in a slightly more palatable way when I was young. Like, why was I only ever served lukewarm off-brand Popeye? Where’s the ham club with spicy mayo and a bed of spinach?
I feel the same way. Onions are everywhere. I always used to argue with my mother: “Don’t cook it with onions” “I’ll cut them in big pieces so you can pick them off” “I’ll still taste them.” Sure enough, they still left there nasty onion stank on the food.
This goes beyond being a picky eater, Joyce’s eating habits are odd but yet so intriguing in a amusing since that sometimes you just want to know more. Which can also be said about her character when we’re not focusing solely. on her omissions like upbringing.
I know how this feels because it describes my past obsession with the last girl I had a crush on.
Yeah, her “deconstruction” of food is odd. It’s not odd to dislike some food combinations, but Joyce seem to have an aversion for combining foods in general.
I’m the exact same way as Joyce. Foods shouldn’t touch – I don’t care if they touch in my stomach, I don’t TASTE it in my stomach. Foods are supposed to taste a certain way. It’s one thing when you take a bunch of foods and create a whole new food out of it (like baking cookies) but sauces, mixing food, stew, soup, etc. are GROSS. Things like icing and fillings are only acceptable if said food can be deconstructed and eaten that way. I eat tacos the same way Joyce does – component by component.
I dunno what that says about me, but Joyce’s eating habits are real.
Joyce was not Amish, trust me. For one thing, she’s allowed to wear buttons.
(My great-grandparents were PA Dutch Plain – basically indistinguishable to outsiders, but they drove, owned a TV, and belonged to a church that is basically indistinguishable from the Mennonites which Amish people belong to but is considered a significant difference in central PA. My mom will make the button comment from time to time.)
(Other fun facts about the Amish: while phone lines would be too permanent or whatever, they do use burner cell phones because the thing about technology is that if it’s that far most effective for its purpose, they’re okay with that. Similarly I think they can use electronic cash registers if the building they’re in has standing electricity.)
The version I’ve heard has the phone – for the whole village, basically – in an unheated shack, much like an outhouse, and for similar reasons; you’re supposed to do your business and leave. Also makes it clear that the phone, and whoever is on the other end, is not “invited into” anyone’s home, to take up their time etc.
I’m with the alt-text. Also, if I order a sub with no mustard and you accidentally put it on, don’t try to wipe it off with a napkin as though I couldn’t taste the stuff that’s still in the crevices of the bread. Same goes for mayonnaise.
But onions don’t leave gunk, so it’s okay to just take them off. Unless they’re pickled onions, but why would anyone not want pickled onions on their sub?
Wait here I thought she was ordering a burger they’re eating pickle pizza? Okay now I’m with Joyce who eats pickles on the pizza like what the fuck? People complain about pineapples being on their pizzas but this is normal? Then again it’s sort of similar to have an olives and peppers on your Pizza and that’s kind of normal.
I don’t know. It doesn’t sound too bad. Then again I’ve had the Spicy Italian sandwich at Subway and it also has pickles, cheese, and pepperoni among other things on it. Both have similar things on them.
The thing about pickles (of whatever origin) is that, like all products of fermentation, they bring on the funky, and individual reactions to any particular funkiness vary wildly.
Artichoke hearts are pretty much just another veggie. The fact that they’re often stored in olive oil certainly doesn’t hurt.
And now I’m thinking of kimchi pizza, which I would be willing to try, and sauerkraut pizza, which I would definitely hate.
“Oh no, Sempai thinks that I’m being silly! I must restore his impression of me by eating something I’ll hate and probably will make me upchuck in front of everyone!” Joyce, I’m sorry to say that you are now officially an animé romantic protagonist.
And as I’ve noted before – Galasso is a wanna by tyrant with delusions of grandeur who is not as clever as he thing he is.
Becky spent her entire childhood learning how to outwit such a man. She will not find it terribly difficult to navigate the corporate structure of Galassos’ Pizza (and subs).
Genuine question here but what do you mean by:”who has to fight every day to justify her independence”
Because it seems to me that she has some family, has a widening circle of friends, has a significant other, has a job, is looking at beginning study and has a place where she can be “out” so about the only thing she doesn’t really have at the moment is a long term place of residence
But I’m guessing I’ve probably missed the point you’re making
“I’m a homeless chick who waits table and lives on a couch” – it is clear that Becky’s situation affects her self image, and therefor it helps that she is really good at her job. Makes her feel less like an imposter.
Blandly, probably. (I’m likewise an obscenely picky eater.) And I for one like the taste of onions, just not the actual texture, so minced or powder is fine.
It’s eating in unfamiliar restaurants that causes anxiety.
I pick the pickles off hamburgers when I don’t want to slow down my order. I have never eaten a pickle in my life. It’s less the flavor than the texture (mouth feel). Luckily my spouse is a pickle eater so she gets extra.
If one gets in your mouth and you bite down and go “ABORT MISSION ABORT” internally before spitting it out, you could say you’ve never eaten one but are still able to say what you don’t like about them.
Enjoying pickles was a euphemism for enjoying something else that starts with P when i was in high school (as I’m sure it was for others…high schoolers tend to have a hive mind when it comes to some things) so it’s rather amusing to me that Joyce doesn’t want to eat ppickles until she thinks it’ll win Jacob’s approval.
I don’t like the kind of pickles mcdonalds puts on their burgers, they’re too bitter. I prefer kosher dills, a sour type. Either way I don’t think they would work on a pizza. I prefer meat based toppings, pepperoni for the most part, though sausage will work in a pinch.
Give yourself a few years, Joyce. (I also like pickles on hamburgers and nothing else. Slowly growing to like tomatoes on sandwiches, but they are out of place in a salad.)
I was going to say I was really amazed at the lack of commentary over Joyce forgetting there were others at her table whose tastes differ from hers, then I realized I was in an online comment section, in which personal preferences and dislikes are treated and presented as universal truths. Unless, of course, they’re someone else’s preferences and dislikes.
“I’VE UNILATERALLY DECIDED THAT INDUCING NAUSEA IS A SIGN OF MATURITY AND GROWTH”
“ok, well here’s a baggie to catch all your maturity and growth when it comes up”
ROFL
Dorothy does not have time for slapstick barfing
Yeah. Barfing for a week of real-life time… ugh. And that’s assuming we don’t do a cutaway to another thread and come back in two months.
Now I’m wondering where Galasso ever got the idea that pickles were trying to usurp him in the first place.
It’s a constant thought I have about pickles. I get it.
Galasso doesn’t like back-and-forth, ambiguity, hard choices, or being caught between threats. He LOATHES pickles.
I sympathize. Fuck pickles.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jC3pGcRHeQ0
That’s the best thing I’ve seen in a week.
Well uh… that’s… uh… something…
What did I just watch?
But…why did it make the Kung fu movie sound effect when he grabbed his turtle junk?
I think a better question would be why wouldn’t it make that sound?
………..This planet is weird…
… THAT’S WHY I LOVE IT!!!
Yeah, I’m with Galasso on this one
This is awesome -why have I never seen this in TV??!
For anyone possibly wondering what the woman says at the end: “Sauerländer cucumbers. Crisp in bite.” (or possibly “crisp/firm to the bite” -it’s a pretty strange phrase in German as well)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iy6x3o4zqM
This is from 2008, and Raph looks EXACTLY like in bay’s movies, what the actual heck
“Now I’m wondering where Galasso ever got the idea that pickles were trying to usurp him in the first place.”
Me too.
Or, for even more mental gymnastics, just HOW they were going to usurp him.
Pickles are inscrutable.
Here’s one scenario: Sayid talking with Lucy about midterms, says he’s “in a pickle” for one reason or another, Galasso overhears just that part. Galasso interprets this as pickles taking his underlings down one by one, which is attacking his empire from the bottom up. He imagines some pickle themed supervillan behind it all. Soon the dumpster oozes neon green, the air heavy with the scent of vinegar and dill.
I, for one, welcome our new pickle overlords.
This is Galasso we’re talking about here. The whole idea that there was a recognisable causative event to this delusion is essentially a laughable nonsense.
You mean her usual sausage pizza with the sausage picked off?
…..
….. I think the cast is due for another talk about what the word “usual” means.
Oh, Joyce, honey, if he can’t handle the weird eating habits, he’s not the guy for you.
Says me, queen of picky eating.
He doesn’t seem to be complaining, Just him making an observation.
No, it’s perilously close to mockery. I’m with BBCC here; both Jacob’s words and Joyce’s reaction are at least yellow flags.
I mean if they were a couple Jacob’s words might be kinda uncool but fond exasperation over personality quirks between friends has never really raised any warning flags for me. Like there doesn’t feel like there’s any real judgement going on here.
When Joyce ordered her noodles after Church, Jacob told her outright that he didn’t want her to do that kind of thing for him. He also expressed concern about pushing her to act differently, even unintentionally. If Jacob picks up on what’s going through her head here, I expect he’ll apologise.
Mis-steps are okay! Jacob is doing his best and correcting his errors.
Friendly teasing about her eating habits is apparently a staple of both her relationship with Becky and with her family. As is, judging from the sibling lunch before it went bad, her failed determination to overcome it.
If she’s overreacting here, it’s because of her crush and her fear she’s too weird for him. Let that all settle down, like by actually getting into a soid relationship and he’d be able to tease her all he liked.
I was just joking around. What have I unleashed
You have unleashed the basically humorless commentariat. Granted, it doesn’t take much unleashing.
Get yourself a guy who is willing to pick gross things off your food.
(Becky: ‘I’d pick gross things off you food, Joyce’)
Better – find a guy who will happily eat all of the things you discard off of your own food.
(Becky: ‘Wait, I’ve been doing that for years.’)
Though I think Joyce’s hangups may also include other people touching her food – she’s at least got the germaphobe thing about sharing.
It’s not easy being cheesy–Chester Cheetah
“must not show weakness/weirdness in front of fantastically hot guy I am semi-consciously competing/flirting with!”
Tbh as a recovering picky eater, dates are a *really* good motivator.
“Chooses the most not-weird way possible to seem not-weird”
(“nailed it!”)
Becky: Must please Joyce
Also Becky: Must defy Dorothy
ERROR ERROR ERROR LOGIC CONFLICT FATAL ERROR ERROR ERR-
Luckily, Becky has the option of correcting Dorothy and saying, “You mean her usual small sausage pizza with the sausage picked off and put on the side in a little bowl.”
like I – HER BEST FRIEND SINCE FOREVER, AND FOREVER AND EVER – always have done for her and always will do? You mean THAT kind of pizza?
I genuinely love pickles, but they do not make the best pizza topping. (I’ve seriously never heard of pickles on pizza before this strip. Is it actually a thing? o_o)
I’d imagine it’s for the subs, but Joyce didn’t think about that.
It’s probably a thing in that putting almost anything on pizza is a thing somewhere, but it’s definitely not common. I don’t think that’s what Becky meant, anyway– they could have stopped serving pickle spears on the side of subs for a bit, for instance, but they have reinstated them. Joyce just wants to overcompensate.
https://www.pizzadoctors.net/full-menu/
Check out the specialty combos and the dessert pizzas.
Missing from this menu:
Doc Martin
Dr. Quincy (M.E.)
Dr. Kimble
Dr. Pierce
Dr. Quinn
Come up with a suitable, slightly off-the-wall combo that would be in character for each or any of those and email it to me, and I’ll pass it along to the Chief Surgeon.
Incidentally, I recognize all of them except Doc Martin. Who’s he?
He’s the eponymous doctor of a British show carried on PBS. He’s a kind of an odd duck who leaves a medical practice in London and sets up shop in a Cornish seaside village, which, wouldn’t you know it (and such a surprise for a British show), is full of odd ducks.
It was one of my mom’s favorite shows and it kind of grew on me, too.
And lets not forget Doc Martens (a British footwear and clothing brand).
Doc Martin is an ITV comedy/drama about a grouchy, misanthropic surgeon who relocates to a small village in Cornwall to become the village’s general practitioner after he develops a phobia of seeing blood. The titular doctor is played by Martin Clunes, who you might recognize from other British shows.
In other words, imagine House but with a strong work-ethic, extreme OCD, and a blood phobia.
It threw me for a loop when I first saw it, because I was certain, for reasons unknown, that it was a mystery series.
You should have a Dr. No as well. I’d say some sort of jamaican/caribbean flavors for it (Seeing as the Island of Dr. No is in the caribbean in the books and film)
Dr. Howard
Dr. Fine
Dr. Howard
Dr. Phil – A conflicting hot mess of a pizza heavy on the tears. One side has hot sauce and linguica, the other has roasted vegetables and sausage. The whole thing has extra onions.
Dr. Oz – A front of common sense with undertones of BS. Regular pepperoni pizza with mushroom and/or anchovy hidden under the cheese.
Dr. Quinn – White ranch sauce, barbecue chicken or pork, crumbled bacon. An amalgam of “western” pizza fixings.
Dr. Pierce – A mashup of cheese, pepperoni, roasted green bell pepper, onion (the drama), and olives (the martinis).
Nice.
I object to Mushrooms being referred to as BS
The fact that Dr Pepper is not only not the only soft drink on the menu, it isn’t on the menu at all, is disappointing.
Pineapple on pizza ain’t my thing, but I’ll definitely take that over pickles.
It’s common in cheeseburger pizzas. Seeing as I too think pickles are gross, I’ve never had one.
Salami, pickles, and jalapenos is actually not half bad.
Well, yeah – ON A SANDWICH!!
My family has made pickle pizza for fridays in Lent for 4 generations. My grandma made it for my mom, my mom for me and my sister, and we have made it for our kids.
Now that is a penance. You guys take Lent more seriously than me.
It’s vinegar, alt-text. Just say vinegar.
I mean, it’s not JUST vinegar.
nooo, it is not. maybe it’s pickle-flavour vinegar, but to my tastebuds, the pickle overwhelms all else.
it took years of trying, but I can now eat a small amount of certain types of pickles. otoh, I’ve always loved excessive amounts of vinegar 🙂
Green vinegar
also salt! or “brine”, if you like.
That’s what it [b]wants[/b] you to think.
The solvent is, sure. Then there’s some real variety in the solutes, some of which dominate the flavor.
Vinegar on its own is disgusting, especially white vinegar. Once it becomes pickle brine and loses that distinct smell, it’s alright. Basalmic is okay on fries, but kosher dill pickle juice is a lot better. (Tastes like dill potato chips.)
She just really, really wants his pickle.
If it’s lumpy like a pickle, he might wanna get that checked out.
Maybe he’s had beads surgically inserted under the upper layer of skin. That could feel absolutely amazing.
Is…. Is that a thing..?
There are things that are things that you do not want to know. Do not look too deeply.
Yes. Yes it is.
“I want pickles! I want pickles so much! In fact, take your dill pickles, chop them up, and add them to the sauce! And take all the dill-vinegar juice that’s left in the twenty jars of pickles you used up and mix it into the pizza dough so that the pizza is one huge ginormous pickle I can stuff into my mouth! That’s right, you heard me, dill juice in the dough! I wan’t dill dough! DILL DOUGH!”
Okay, we need a “like comment” button pronto.
*snorts*
Focaccia is my potluck specialty, and I often put fresh herbs in the dough. Rosemary, thyme, tarragon, sage…but never yet have I tried dill. I’m thinking it would be pretty good.
Dill, tarragon, shallots, provolone…I think I know what I’m trying next time. But I absolutely will not anyone I am serving them dill dough.
Although, most likely, most of the people I know would come up with that on their own.
Oh, if that’s what Joyce is after, maybe she should ask Sarah about the Other Jacob!
k now I just want a pickle pizza thanks
I wonder if Jacob’s aware of that from Sarah’s Joyce stories in the past, or if Joyce had been picky in front of him prior. He was around for her disassembling her taco (not a euphemism), so he would have observed that much, I guess.
he was also there when she decided to be brave and let her meatballs touch her spaghetti.
http://www.dumbingofage.com/2017/comic/book-8/01-face-the-strange/curry/
Well, let the meatballs touch the buttered noodles; the Buttered Noodles dish there isn’t spaghetti.
They also ate at Galasso’s previously, so he saw what she got there before.
That taco disassembly moment was the first scene with both Jacob and Sarah in it. So he witnessed Joyce’s bizarre eating habits before Sarah ever discussed Joyce’s food quirks with him in further detail.
Hey, pickle pizza is great! The bag will be for leftovers for the next day!
Don’t worry, Jacob, you’re not on the list
There’s something seriously wrong with that girl…
I find it interesting, I see something with layers a can’t help but to peel it back and see what Lies Beneath.
The real issue here is that you like McDonald’s hamburgers.
I figure if McDonald’s was good enough for Julia Child, it’s good enough for me.
Would it be good enough for her now though? I can’t help thinking some of the loss in flavor isn’t down to me just being older and more taste conscious.
McDonald’s burgers are my favorites k thanks bye
Ah yes, I remember when I used to hate pickles. And onions. And tomatoes. Then I started to like them by the time I was 15-16 years old cuz I had this real delicious burger one time.
ahh, tomatoes. I always loved raw tomatoes, but I couldn’t stand cooked ones unless they were pureed, like, soup or ketchup. then I spent some time in china, where we couldn’t eat raw veggies, and after a few months I started getting this weird urge to eat the cooked tomatoes that came with our scrambled eggs. whatever vitamins they had, I *really* needed them – and I’ve not had a problem eating cooked tomatoes since then. 🙂
I had something kinda similar happen with spinach too, but the opposite way around – as a kid I would only eat cooked spinach, because popeye. 🙂
My elementary school lunch program turned me off spinach for decades (I’ve finally started sampling it, in small doses) by serving it finely chopped, and possibly [i]scooped[/i] – a form that resembled nothing so much as what you’d scrape off the bottom of a lawn mower.
Consider that most children are already wary of eating ‘greens’…
I wish greens had been presented to me in a slightly more palatable way when I was young. Like, why was I only ever served lukewarm off-brand Popeye? Where’s the ham club with spicy mayo and a bed of spinach?
Yeah, we had the lawn mower scrapings in college. I just couldn’t do it.
It was actually Saag that got me eating spinach regularly. Now I throw it in lots of things.
I actually liked chopped spinach back in elementary school. With ketchup. (I was the kid who put ketchup on everything, lol)
I love pickles, but… on pizza…?
Oh wait they have subs too that would make a lot more sense
Joyce: “I also need more aboriginal percussion and army of didgeridoos fifty thousand didgeridoos!! and a serria mist.”
Yes, pickles are yucky. Not as horrible as onions, sneaky bastards they are.
I like pickles but just not on everything….. you know actually this is a reasonable stance on pickles I might have prejudged this.
I feel the same way. Onions are everywhere. I always used to argue with my mother: “Don’t cook it with onions” “I’ll cut them in big pieces so you can pick them off” “I’ll still taste them.” Sure enough, they still left there nasty onion stank on the food.
You’re both weird. Onions are great at adding flavour to things and meaning to life in general.
This goes beyond being a picky eater, Joyce’s eating habits are odd but yet so intriguing in a amusing since that sometimes you just want to know more. Which can also be said about her character when we’re not focusing solely. on her omissions like upbringing.
I know how this feels because it describes my past obsession with the last girl I had a crush on.
*Amish..suck at spelling.
Yeah, her “deconstruction” of food is odd. It’s not odd to dislike some food combinations, but Joyce seem to have an aversion for combining foods in general.
Yeah, Joyce goes over the top on her food issues.
I remember someone suggesting it might have been one of the few ways she could exert any control in her childhood.
I’m the exact same way as Joyce. Foods shouldn’t touch – I don’t care if they touch in my stomach, I don’t TASTE it in my stomach. Foods are supposed to taste a certain way. It’s one thing when you take a bunch of foods and create a whole new food out of it (like baking cookies) but sauces, mixing food, stew, soup, etc. are GROSS. Things like icing and fillings are only acceptable if said food can be deconstructed and eaten that way. I eat tacos the same way Joyce does – component by component.
I dunno what that says about me, but Joyce’s eating habits are real.
Joyce was not Amish, trust me. For one thing, she’s allowed to wear buttons.
(My great-grandparents were PA Dutch Plain – basically indistinguishable to outsiders, but they drove, owned a TV, and belonged to a church that is basically indistinguishable from the Mennonites which Amish people belong to but is considered a significant difference in central PA. My mom will make the button comment from time to time.)
(Other fun facts about the Amish: while phone lines would be too permanent or whatever, they do use burner cell phones because the thing about technology is that if it’s that far most effective for its purpose, they’re okay with that. Similarly I think they can use electronic cash registers if the building they’re in has standing electricity.)
The version I’ve heard has the phone – for the whole village, basically – in an unheated shack, much like an outhouse, and for similar reasons; you’re supposed to do your business and leave. Also makes it clear that the phone, and whoever is on the other end, is not “invited into” anyone’s home, to take up their time etc.
Would make sense, yeah. Utility does not mean welcoming it into your life, after all.
I’m with the alt-text. Also, if I order a sub with no mustard and you accidentally put it on, don’t try to wipe it off with a napkin as though I couldn’t taste the stuff that’s still in the crevices of the bread. Same goes for mayonnaise.
But onions don’t leave gunk, so it’s okay to just take them off. Unless they’re pickled onions, but why would anyone not want pickled onions on their sub?
ty for the ARFID representation, willis
Wait here I thought she was ordering a burger they’re eating pickle pizza? Okay now I’m with Joyce who eats pickles on the pizza like what the fuck? People complain about pineapples being on their pizzas but this is normal? Then again it’s sort of similar to have an olives and peppers on your Pizza and that’s kind of normal.
They…weren’t ordering a pickle pizza? Joyce was the only one who got there, and that was just her overcompensating to not look so picky.
Remember, this is Galasso’s Pizza (and Subs). The pickles are intended to be for the subs, most likely.
Pickles are one of the things I would never want on pizza, along with pineapple.
I don’t know. It doesn’t sound too bad. Then again I’ve had the Spicy Italian sandwich at Subway and it also has pickles, cheese, and pepperoni among other things on it. Both have similar things on them.
I mean a lot of places you can already PICKLED jalapenos i’m not really sure it specifically being CUCUMBER pickles makes the pickledness any worse.
Hell i fucking love artichoke heart on my pizzas, not that far off from THAT either.
The thing about pickles (of whatever origin) is that, like all products of fermentation, they bring on the funky, and individual reactions to any particular funkiness vary wildly.
Artichoke hearts are pretty much just another veggie. The fact that they’re often stored in olive oil certainly doesn’t hurt.
And now I’m thinking of kimchi pizza, which I would be willing to try, and sauerkraut pizza, which I would definitely hate.
To be fair, there are very good reasons to hate pickles.
Peter Parker never forgave the pickle that murdered his Uncle Ben.
And he never ate rice again.
Thats pretty good
Given a choice, I’d pick a pickle pizza over a pickled pizza.
ITYM Provided a preference, you’d prefer pickle pizza over pickled pizza.
Step aside for the pickle conquistador!
Is panel 4 a new Joyce face? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.
I ask for extra pickles on mcdonalds burgers cuz pickles are great, and they have to make it fresh
As a trans woman on spironolactone, I would eat a pickle pizza.
I love how Becky and Dorothy starts to form a stable relationship around handling Joyce’s neuroses.
“Oh no, Sempai thinks that I’m being silly! I must restore his impression of me by eating something I’ll hate and probably will make me upchuck in front of everyone!” Joyce, I’m sorry to say that you are now officially an animé romantic protagonist.
Pickle juice is delicious and I’m almost certain that Carla would agree.
I’d rather have broccoli on pizza than pickle slices. Yes, I’m referencing inside Out there.
Becky: Is something wrong?
Jacob: I don’t know.
Joyce is being a compulsive homewrecker and Dorothy is having OCD that induces anxiety.
Joyce is such a pickly eater.
While Joyce is in a bit of a pickle right now, she really should stop dill-y dallying
I’m pretty sure she has a string of minor neuroses including something OCD-like.
Again – I really love to see how genuinely good Becky is at her job. Friendly, sassy, bantering and also efficient in taking their orders.
For Becky, who has to fight every day to justify her independence, it is great to see her pull this off.
It won’t be long before Galasso announces her as his Heir to the Pizza shop.
The lopsided orange one has potential.
And as I’ve noted before – Galasso is a wanna by tyrant with delusions of grandeur who is not as clever as he thing he is.
Becky spent her entire childhood learning how to outwit such a man. She will not find it terribly difficult to navigate the corporate structure of Galassos’ Pizza (and subs).
Genuine question here but what do you mean by:”who has to fight every day to justify her independence”
Because it seems to me that she has some family, has a widening circle of friends, has a significant other, has a job, is looking at beginning study and has a place where she can be “out” so about the only thing she doesn’t really have at the moment is a long term place of residence
But I’m guessing I’ve probably missed the point you’re making
Stuff like this
http://www.dumbingofage.com/2018/comic/book-8/03-faz-is-great/cocktail/
“I’m a homeless chick who waits table and lives on a couch” – it is clear that Becky’s situation affects her self image, and therefor it helps that she is really good at her job. Makes her feel less like an imposter.
I’m with Joyce, pickles are gross! I am a picky eater though. Possibly more so than Joyce? I also really hate onions and bell peppers
Onions and bell peppers are like, basics when it comes to seasoning. How do you eat anything cooked
Blandly, probably. (I’m likewise an obscenely picky eater.) And I for one like the taste of onions, just not the actual texture, so minced or powder is fine.
It’s eating in unfamiliar restaurants that causes anxiety.
I used to despise pickles as a kid. Now that I’m a(n alleged) grownup, I find that I love dill pickles, and especially kosher dills.
Sweet pickles, on the other hand, are Satan’s Vegetable.
Kosher dills? If I may ask, what makes some dills kosher and others un-kosher?
I think they’re not necessarily officially kosher, they just picked up that name since they’re based on a NYC Jewish style.
Wikipedia seems to agree ^^
Oh look,it’s the four people in the strip who should be engaged in a wonderful poly relationship
“Oh come on, is there even a WORD for that?”
Galasso sells two wicked addictive, wicked fattening drugs.
Cheesy pizza.
I pick the pickles off hamburgers when I don’t want to slow down my order. I have never eaten a pickle in my life. It’s less the flavor than the texture (mouth feel). Luckily my spouse is a pickle eater so she gets extra.
How can you know the texture/taste of pickles if you’ve never eaten one in your life though?
If one gets in your mouth and you bite down and go “ABORT MISSION ABORT” internally before spitting it out, you could say you’ve never eaten one but are still able to say what you don’t like about them.
“Friendly teasing about my eating habits! I cannot handle friendly teasing about my eating habits!”
… Oh, I was talking about myself, not Joyce.
Over time, Joyce has somehow become my favorite character. She is adorable and it is a shame she is not an actual real life person.
Why eat pickles when you could have jalapenos instead?
I agree with Joyce. Pickles are gross!
Enjoying pickles was a euphemism for enjoying something else that starts with P when i was in high school (as I’m sure it was for others…high schoolers tend to have a hive mind when it comes to some things) so it’s rather amusing to me that Joyce doesn’t want to eat ppickles until she thinks it’ll win Jacob’s approval.
Panel 4: OMG JACOB IS JUDGING MEEEEEEEEE
Joyce your crush behavior is adorable lmao
Who the hell eats pickles on pizza??? I mean, yeah they make a good burger topping but pizza?
I want burger king now
I don’t like the kind of pickles mcdonalds puts on their burgers, they’re too bitter. I prefer kosher dills, a sour type. Either way I don’t think they would work on a pizza. I prefer meat based toppings, pepperoni for the most part, though sausage will work in a pinch.
Get the bloody pickles out of the bloody burgers while you’re at it
Give yourself a few years, Joyce. (I also like pickles on hamburgers and nothing else. Slowly growing to like tomatoes on sandwiches, but they are out of place in a salad.)
Is it just me or are they kinda treating Becky rudely…
How do you mean?
Alt text is how I feel about pineapples
I’m not trying to start something, they actually make me nauseous
I was going to say I was really amazed at the lack of commentary over Joyce forgetting there were others at her table whose tastes differ from hers, then I realized I was in an online comment section, in which personal preferences and dislikes are treated and presented as universal truths. Unless, of course, they’re someone else’s preferences and dislikes.
I see Becky has learned how to speak in parenthesis, the first step in becoming Galasso’s protégé.
I have only commented to agree. You can’t pick them off, the pickle juice is almost just as bad as the pickle itself.