Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for October 25, 2021

This is when telling Calvin that Tigers are lactose intolerant might come in handy.

Triple anchovies. Always so daring, Hobbes is.

Machiavelli docet.

You’d rather blow the evening cooking and washing dishes than spend a few bucks?

“We have pizza at home.”

No triple-anchovy ANYTHING, please. As a kid, I ordered a Canadian bacon pizza for delivery from Pizza Haven (RIP). When it arrived, the driver said he had an anchovy pizza that couldn’t be delivered and that he’d let me have it for $5. Not knowing what anchovies were, I thought, “Why not? Good price and how bad can an anchovy pizza be?”

It took one salt-drenched bite for my answer. The rest of that pizza was jettisoned to the garbage can along with the box it came in (although the box might’ve tasted better).

Even for an anchovy like me triple anchovies is a bit much, but double anchovies is bliss.

or as ‘sugar bombs’ pointed out yesterday he could explain that cats are obligate carnivores!

I want a life without pizza.

Triple anchovies for Hobbes. I can relate to that tiger.

Hobbes shows his adventurous side.

Hey Mom, do not give Dad that option as he might be cheap enough where they will all be eating corn flakes for dinner when Mom does not feel like cooking.

Since Hobbes is there they could’ve invited Peekaboo.

Hobbes is the best behaved tiger in the entire restaurant!

Boy, that could have backfired: “OK, I’ll do the cooking and you wash the dishes.”

These days “spending a few bucks” is less of an option…

Y’know, some “authorities” say it’s cheaper to eat in than go to restaurants.

Well, unless you grow your own food, you still have to spend money to eat in!!

I hope that cactus in Panel Two isn’t what Mom was planning for dinner…

Calvin has a bright future in sales and marketing!

I used to think that when I was young. Once I stopped eating out regularly my savings skyrocketed. Of course I blew the savings on a house and a motorcycle, but I ‘m pretty sure they will last longer than kfc and Micky D’s.

It’s obvious Calvin isn’t familiar with The J Geils Band song “No Anchovies, Please”.

We are getting a new stove today, so I might make a Detroit pizza for dinner.

“Epic Save!”

Moms COOK! oh wait this was circa 1980s!! Back when you had to walk to the wall phone, walk to the tv to change anything and when you are out no one can reach you, and when you got home you had a home cooked meal…TOGETHER! Now I remember!!!!

The Art of the Deal

Humans only put milk on breakfast because those puritanical buttheads frowned on putting beer on your Oatey O’s.

Mom should keep a supply of frozen pizzas.

Calvin – 1, Dad – 0

Dad doesn’t have a clue about kitchen work.

I love Calvin’s logic here! LOL!

Out to eat – yes. Pizza – no.

Plus, pizza joints provide entertainment, so it’s a bargain!

Papa Murphy’s Take-N-Bake is pretty reasonable.

I seriously doubt that there’s a kid on earth that would want ANY anchovies, much less triple. I used to work in a pizza parlor, and I could barely stand to carry an anchovy pizza to the counter. UGH!

I like mom’s cactus.

Hope you enjoyed your early Christmas present Calvin, because that time you went out was it!

Is this Godfathers?

Here is the answer for Calvin: anchovies would give a tiger a fatal amount of salt, even as a single serving. Let HIM try to disprove you.

Calvin knows his mother’s paining nerve, alright.

‘’spending a few bucks’’ ’’SPENDING A FEW BUCKS????" PIZZA NOWADAYS IS LIKE 20.99!

When Pizza Hut was fine dining. The red plastic cups made everything taste better.

For my East Coast Jewish friends on Sunday night, it was rarely pizza—mostly Chinese, called Jewish Soul Food.

No, Calvin isn’t a bratty sociopath (sarcastic).

Now that I live alone I find I just don’t want to cook for just one person so most of my meals are microwavable and I will order a pizza or a steak salad for delivery, I do occasionally make pasta for myself. I also hate doing the dishes and the dishwasher in my apartment is old and doesn’t work and landlord doesn’t want to fix or replace it.

I am a homemaker myself, and there are certainly nights where I say with the exasperating tone that a hard day of labor brings “I do not feel like cooking, so we can do either fend-for-yourself or go out and grab something.”