I’m surprised I haven’t heard this happening from my teens. They’re not especially into junk or fast food, but do like lean proteins: eating an entire rotisserie chicken each would be entirely consistent, and cheaper.
The only unrealistic thing here is that I almost never see that many chickens out on the warming shelves at one time
In high school my one friend had a big trench coat, and we would use it to sneak rotisserie chickens into the movie theater.
I’ve worked at several theaters in my life, always amazed by what gets snuck into theaters, ive even seen big family buckets of KFC
Were you one of the cool ones? One time I went in with my small backpack bursting with Taco Bell. The door guy asked to check my bag, took a peek, looked at me disappointingly, then shrugged and let me in anyway haha
Oh yeah fer sure, I probably woulda said just dont make a mess
I never understood people who left garbage in cinemas. I rarely go to the cinema, compared to the theatre.
Yeah, that pisses me off to no end. If you were able to carry it in, you should be more than able to carry out to a trash can.
I can’t think of a less pleasant food to eat in a cinema. So greasy.
Popcorn is covered in grease. Grease is satiating.
We call 'em “Bachelor’s handbags” here in Australia.
As a active teen and even into my 20s I could eat two medium all-dressed pizzas, I’d fold them in half to eat them faster, then go biking for a few hours, then shit out a Douglas fir that evening.
Ok…what’s an all dressed pizza? I’ve had the fries.
AI Overview An all-dressed pizza (or toute garnie) in Canada—specifically in Quebec and Montreal—is a traditional pie topped with tomato sauce, mild pork pepperoni, sliced green peppers, fresh mushrooms, and mozzarella cheese.
I suppose it’s a historical holdover name.
So, a deluxe pizza in Ontario, or it is sometimes called a supreme.
I guess? It’s one of those things I don’t think about, sort of like dejeuner means breakfast in Quebec but lunch in France…
It is like the word toboggan. It is a sled in Canada, and most of world, but… A hat in the U.S.?
A two-pizza night once a week was pretty common before I got my driver’s licence. I used to ride a BMX everywhere, inc to work each day, maybe 30km a day in commutes.
But I’d eat like a crocodile. Huge meal once or twice a week, then almost nothing the rest of the days.
Do you layer the pizza with chips?
In my belly, yes.
At the Whole Foods, cracking open a hot one with the boys.
Not seeing the issue here. Sounds pretty wholesome to me actually! A bunch of boys hanging out. Unknowing to the horrors that adulthood brings. Soon high school will end. Soon college will start. Some of your friends will drift away. Some you won’t even notice until you realize one day it’s been a while since you hung out with that one guy. The one you’re not best friends with, but sometimes he’d be around. Except he hasn’t been around for months, and you’re just now noticing. Other friends you notice right away are gone. They get accepted into a college on the other side of the country. You claim you’ll keep in touch, but lets be real. You’re both going to be super busy with college. You’ll drift away from one of your best friends over the next few years. It’s neither of your faults really. That’s just how life is. You spent your whole life with this guy since you were 5 years old, and now as you transition into adulthood you become strangers. Then one day you wake up, and realize you haven’t seen any of those friends in 20 years. All you do is work six days a week, and run errands on the 7th so you have enough supplies to handle the upcoming week. Now even the burnt out face in the mirror looks like a stranger.
But at least they’ll have the wholesome memories of being in a costco as teens and eating chicken together. Before it all fell apart.
this hurt to read. i hate how well it captures that feeling. why the hell is adulthood like this? we grind people into paste and don’t even realise how much we have lost of what they could have been. sigh.
I should call him…
Sounds pretty wholesome to me actually!
Unless you’re OP
When I was fifteen, I could totally eat an entire rotisserie chicken in a single sitting. I was also gaining height by inches at a time.
The one time in history a bunch of 15yr olds bag a bunch of chicks and it really happened.
Little fellas probably getting into gym culture
You can each have one rotisserie chicken, as a treat.
Yeah, when I was going through puberty, the family was going through a burlap sack of rice every month.
One of them should try the costco chickens.
You will never know the hunger of a 15 year old boy unless you were one
I could have eaten one as a fifteen year old girl but I attribute that to my parents heavy encouragement of sports and lack of body shaming compared to other families.
I’m taller than all of my siblings that were born male which I attribute to my last place in the birth order when my family was no longer food insecure and my mother had time to give me a child’s multivitamin daily.
As a result I’ve come to the conclusion that at least some of the wide difference between the average male and female body height and mass is actually child gender favoritism and body shaming (not that guys don’t get weight shamed, but that’s not usually regardless of muscle mass) resulting in nutritional deficiencies.
Interesting hypothesis. I went down the rabbit hole on it but couldn’t find supporting evidence (not to discredit your anecdotal experience of course). Seems if anything slightly the opposite on average. See for example “Sexual dimorphism in body size occurs when … living standards are high, and health correlate positively with male/female height ratio” here: https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/32793524/
This wouldn’t surprise me at all, tbh. My uncle (first son) is way taller than my dad (second son) because back in the day my family didn’t have much money, and they prioritized feeding the oldest son. Same genetics, different childhood diet. Uncle is like 6’2", my dad is like 5’6". If there had been a girl sibling involved, she probably would have gotten even less food.
Average 15 year old behavior.
The Hound approves.
