Hello! Catching up on the thread, so please bear with me. School has been keeping me very busy.
When I think of Amish cooking I think about crushed up bagged pretzels, pineapple jello and brown sugar substitute.
(bonus: this stupid nigger thinks pizzas have to be round)
Christ Almighty, I thought the thumbnail was a hunk of raw meat at first blush.
It still doesn't look anything like a...whatever it's supposed to be. Fruit dessert pizza?
Literally looks like a piece of resected colon tissue taken out of someone with colorectal cancer. No, seriously…
I love that picture of Jack. He looks like Uncle Sam in the famous poster, but is instead encouraging able-bodied young men to get disabled and stroked out so that they can enlist for BURGER WARS.

I wonder if Aunt Myrna had any other recipes besides party cheese salad. I'd love to see Jack make at least one more of her monstrosities before he croaks.
Several if I remember correctly, she used to have an intro in jacks videos.
Yeah they all sucked too
I will go to my grave defending Aunt Myrna’s coleslaw. It is quite gud, and is a wonderful alternative to slaw with a mayo-based dressing. I’ve made it multiple times, including for company. It’s a great accompaniment for a fish dinner.
Of course, I slice my vegetables much finer than Jack does in his video, and I also add caraway seed and sub in EVOO to the boiling celery seed/oil/vinegar/salt mixture at the beginning, but I digress.
The woman surely wasn’t the Mossad-tier culinary torture agent some of y’all make her out to be- outside of modern standards, the party cheese salad isn’t some kind of aberration…it’s just like the countless other aspic/gelatin abominations from the time it was trendy, and she probably didn’t even conceive the recipe all on her own. Hate to say it about anyone in the Scalfaniverse, but cut her some slack.
Jack Junior's wife, Brianna, is pregnant. This cursed blood line lives on,
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“Now, I’m not gonna sit here and act like I was perfect…”
>Translation: “I can’t even get my dick up to a mere half-mast unless I simultaneously take 100mg of sildenafil and close my eyes to imagine young twink bussy while I dangle my limp noodle inside of my wife like the sexual disappointment that I am.”
It fills me with dread that these two fuckups are going to bring a kid into this world, while being completely unequipped to be parents on every imaginable level. Also, (outside of MOAR FÜD) this upcoming grandchild just might be the thing in Jack’s life nowadays that has him most excited about the future.
If God has a vindictively sadistic sense of humor, He’ll strike Jack down with another serious medical emergency that doesn’t immediately kill him, but leaves him minimally conscious and languishing in the hospital a couple weeks before the baby is born. The family will say their goodbyes, and it’ll dawn on Jack that he’s never going to meet his grandchild. He then writhes in that emotionally torturous pain before descending into the forever abyss.