Pez pancakes and spam omelets lol. Jarod WOULD do that. I love everything about your writing. Characters dialogue plotting descriptions all of it and the way they are and you have that certain thing that makes a writer a writer and damn you're amazing. I always love how you take something from the show and expand on it. Jarod's pez and spam love is just one example. Yes he would find a way to incorporate pez into everything else and I'm tempted to try them out so if you've got suggestions on how to make pez pancakes and spam omelets do let me know. I love pez. I love this story. More please? Oohh it has to be Jarod Miss Parker had sex with. Please!!!
Author's Response: I confess: I dislike pez. Disclaimer: I haven't tried pez since third grade; considering my childhood summer love affairs with warheads, airheads, sour jelly bellys and hot & spicy cinnamon-everything it's possible my tastebuds were annihilated and had no chance of ever being properly caliberated to enjoy pez.
Also, I know nothing about spam.
That said, my Muses recklessly, tastelessly conjured pezcakes and spamelets and therefore I'm obligated to induldge you.
For pezcakes I suggest a basic 'light and fluffy pancake' recipe (and maybe bear in mind that pez are godawful sweet; reduce or omit the amount of sweetener the recipe you choose demands).
Add to the recipe list:
*Unknown ounces of pez dust
*Unknown number of intact pez to garnish (if. you. must.)
Pez dust seems practical (unless you want textural, potentially painful, tooth-shattering contrast--and if you do, add pez intact- whatever; they are your pezcakes and like Jarod, you are the boss (shh, don't tell Parker). If you choose dust, note: Jarod would crush the pez to death beneath a car tire; he has quite the flair for the dramatic, mm.
But you can be civilized and use a mortor & pestle (like Ocee) or a hammer, etc.
Angrily shout, "didn't you, didn't you, didn't you?" at the dying pez.
These are Jarod-inspired, after all; you get to be an intelligent, sociopathic terrorist with a bitch of a temper and a homicidal glare that I'm still not convinced Miss Parker survived. For all we know the remainder of Carthis was Miss Parker's fade-to-black, impending-death nightmare (yes, death by Jarod's dagger -glare-- and why wouldn't she imagine herself nearly kissing him in a doped-tea-bliss stupor?).
You have the option of stirring pez dust into the batter for a 60s (or was it 70s?) (I wasn't alive back then so I can't say with certainty) tye-dye design. You can even design a cute rainbow pride pezcake. Or do both. Jarod probably would. Because he's scary and crazy and if he's returned to the Centre, then, by God, he's going to have a host of health and teeth issues (to keep his abandoment issues company) when he gets there.
Be certain to torment the people you feel most, ahem, "connected" to while preparing pezcakes. Feel the Jarod flow through you and embrace your inner sociopath; sociopaths, after all, need love, too (this isn't a Samantha Fox tune).
Garnish and serve with what ever the hell you want. Because you are Jarod; do what tastes good and feels right----
--what feels right but is probably so wrong; such as: consider sharing pezcakes with someone you love, loathe, and pretend to fear; ask that person to wear a bathrobe--no clothes equals no weapon--but only if you have a fireplace;
if they're reluctant to accept the pezcake, execute the patent 'Jarod head-dip and stern-expresssion combo' that will compel them to accept the pezcake (you are permitted to view IOTH prior to preparing your pezcakes to refamiliarize yourself with aforementioned Jarod combo- which sounds like something Jarod would order from a stop & rob and swallow in three bites: 'one Jarod combo coming right up, shuuug').
Speaking of wrong. Spamelet (I'm probably going to hell for this).
I don't know what spam is but you should ensure it's fully cooked and diced-- and then set it aside to ponder the meaning of life, berate itself for existing, plot vengeance on its creator and cool. Grin eagerly at the spam occasionally.
If you're not familiar with omlets, google 'omelette aux fines herbes' and proceed with childlike anticipation and glee; after all, you're a genius and you're free at the moment and you can do anything, be, literally, anything, and have anything your heart desires (all of which raises the question: why the hell are you eating spam?) (you're not going to ponder this now; think of it later--- when you've been recaptured and are crestfallen and staring with disdain at your bowl of optimized nutritional supplement).
When the recipe commands you to sprinkle herbs and guyrere (or what ever kind of cheese you like) go ahead and sprinkle the spam in, too---- if you dare--- and continue with the recipe.
After plating, drizzle garlic-hot pepper sauce- spamlets will probably love that stuff and Jarod would do it (proving that he does have some standards, after all) (you can omit the hot pepper sauce if you're anti spicy-stuff-that-makes-food-edible).
Eat with gusto, grin entirely too much. Be careful, however. Jarod is obviously overcompensating with food-- as a coping mechanism, perhaps trying to fill the emptiness with food (let's be thankful that he never discovered bourbon).
And thank you for reading and reviewing.