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08/09/11(Tue)22:54 No.28563262>>28563014
"SO I WAS THINKING THAT IF WE JUST PUT A WHOLE BUNCHA-"
"Pinkie, Pinkie, slow down, dearie!" Mrs. Cake said as the pink earth pony bounced off the walls. Pinkie had rocketed into the kitchen that morning claiming a dream had inspired her, and she had been feverishly working away in the kitchen ever since.
"Sooooo, like I was saying, you know how we make pies and then for pies we make pie crusts? Well how about this! What if we FLATTEN the pie!" Pinkie demonstrated her point by dramatically rolling out the dough until it was thin on the countertop.
"Well... but how are you going to put the filling in, dearie?"
"Well see it's not filling now, huh? It's just TOPPING! And I was thinking, if you don't add sugar-"
"You left out the sugar?"
"Yeah! Because I was thinking it would be so fantastically fantastic to have pie for lunch, but you don't wanna have sweets for lunch because then you can't have sweets for dessert, and we had pasta last night and I HAD AN IDEA, what if you-"
She shot to the refrigerator and came back with the vat of tomato sauce left over from last night's spaghetti. She dumped a glop of it on the dough.
"And then we-"
She returned with great hooffulls of cheese which she spread across the dough.
"Then-"
She put tomato slices and basil all over the increasingly strange concoction.
"Well, what are you going to do with it now?" Mrs. Cake asked.
"BAKE IT!" Pinkie cried, flinging the flat dough like a frisbee into the conveniently open oven, which she shut with a kick of her back hoof.
Twenty minutes later, the timer sounded, and Pinkie, with hot pads on for safety, removed a warm, delicious-smelling... thing.
"That smells... wonderful, Pinkie!" Mrs. Cake exclaimed. "What do you call it?"
Pinkie bobbed her head to one side, then the other. "I dunno Mrs. Cake. What do you wanna call it?" |
