I will usually order a deep dish pizza when the wife is away on business. None of that wafer thin cracker crust veggie pizza for me!
She’s not home yet. I’ve fashioned a pepperoni, meatball, and olive pizza. It’s on the peel, waiting for the oven to heat up. She doesn’t know it, but we’re having pizza tonight.
Kippered herrings, with a nice pot of Lapsang Suchong.
Mrs Piper can’t stand the smell of either.
Tinga beef (roast smothered with chilis pequines and cooked covered at 225 all day), vegetarian carbonara, 4 Marie Callender chicken pot pies. And those damn Pillsbury cinnamon rolls that pop out of the paper can, I am such a child!
Aw, come on guys. We all know what you’re really talking about. Walkin 'round in women’s underwear.
I understand each of these words, but when strung together like this, no comprende.
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I eat vegetables.
It was something my sister-in-law used to make when I stayed at their house as a kid. They didn’t have much money, so pasta with butter (margarine, in their case); simple to make and filling, but not very good for you.
Spaghetti with butter and Kraft Parmesan cheese is my ultimate comfort food.
If Mr. Salinqmind would ever leave the house again (he’s retired now and has left the house once a month in the last 3 months, and only with ME) I would cook broccoli, cabbage, brussels sprouts, mushrooms, onion, garlic, chicken livers, curry, and make another stab at Chinese food. Or make my own pizza with the toppings I want on it, for a change. As it is, I have to cook cruciferous veg on windy days when I can open the windows, which rules out this weather (being zero degrees). He has a point. But of course he has no problem stinking the place up cooking hash, or Spam, for himself. It seems I used to cook more when I was a SAHM and he worked, but actually it’s easier and probably cheaper now to just buy whatever food I want from a restaurant or the grocery store. It seems the days when I would make 100 potstickers are over, now I can buy a bag of perfectly delicious ones almost anywhere.
Yeah, nowadays, being a rich retiree, I add Parm to the mix and some pepper, which basically turns it into cacio e pepe.
Believe it or not: tuna noodle casserole. I love it, she despises it. Weird.
Interestingly, Mrs. L.A. likes tuna noodle casserole.
Pizza and Apple Jacks for breakfast. While watching the old Superman TV show, just like I did in 1959 (come to think of it, maybe my wife just doesn’t like to be reminded of how little I’ve matured since then).
In fact, the wife ran out at 6 am to work a 16-hr shift at the hospital. I’m farting around, having my usual Saturday morning.
Let’s see, does cognac or single malt Scotch go better with pizza?
Not a premise that makes sense to me but I guess she doesn’t like the way I leave the dishes when I cook anything that requires more than one pan or gets messy with a lot of oil or fat all over my cast iron.
To clarify: What I don’t understand is someone not liking this. 
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Indeed. I thought it was universal comfort food! One of about four things my picky 3-year-old will eat (she didn’t start out picky!)
[By the way, your sig goes well with this thread.]
I used to bake cookies or cupcakes for my daughters and I.
Clean up the kitchen afterwards. We were innocently watching tv when the spouse got home.
I got caught a few times because the smell lingers in the house. Febreze became my best friend. 
Potato chips, pita chips, and pretzels in bed while reading. The crunchy noise really bugs my Wife. Ohh… And some fresh grated cheese jalapeno dip/spread for the chips.
Other wise, we eat all the same food. I cook on the weekends for the week. Which reminds me, I need to figure something out.