It stomach hurts already

It is probably frozen food that is nuked in the microwave.

Enola Gay comes to mind

Have to be careful of food that eats

Food perfect for the nuclear family.

In Soviet Russia, food eats you!

These pancakes are as light and fluffy as a cloud. And do I detect a hint of mushroom?

The roles have been reversed. The hunter becomes the hunter. The dish becomes the consumer.

The Blob has gone psychedelic!

They set us up the bomb!

And it also cannot stop puncturing the body, I suppose.

Mr Creosote, your meal is ready.

It explodes it when it eats it!

The Godzilla of entrés is going to eat Japan

The omelette that ate Hiroshima.

I don’t think I’d have any trouble stopping eating a pancake served over pulled pork and topped with icing, sriracha sauce, red pepper and ground marijuana.
Or maybe I would!

Just like half the customers at the Golden Corral.

Didn’t they peel that off of Spocks back?

Nuke at 1,000,000 degrees for 40 micro seconds.

– Bomburger, Japanese Fries and a large earthshake, please.

In tradition of Hiroshima, condiment-covered pancake eats you. Forever.

Sounds like my mother-in-law all right…

This is available at the Memorial after ringing the Peace Bell.

Now I am become death, destroyer of meals.

Or else it gets the hose again.

It grows in the dark.

@Timmy. It is always “ground” Mj.. Unless of course you grow it hydroponically.

“The dish is a tradition of Hiroshima.”

It’s so good it will turn any “little boy” into a “fat man”! One prominent food critic even said, “This foods da bomb! Like a thermonuclear explosion of flavor irradiating my tastebuds with pleasure. You’d have to turn me into a soot outline to keep me away from this restaurant.”

(Too much?)

US Dept. of Defence recommends: Goes best with Nagasaki.

Q. What is the hungriest animal in the world?

A. A clothes-moth in Cher’s wardrobe.

THE NUCLEAR LAMENT

I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Until I spied the Nagasaki crowd.
For truly then I knew full well,
I could blow them all to the far canal.

Is there a glutton-free option?

Stop me before I eat!

I’d have thought that, in the Hiroshima tradition, you don’t want the whole thing, just a peace.

As everyone knows, nuclear radiation doesn’t create zombies. However, it does create zombie food. Fortunately, their craze for brains doesn’t get activated until their first meal.

“But professor, what has caused this horrible mutation of the pancakes???”

“Son, we still have a lot to learn about radiation and its effects.”

“they’re coming, they’re coming….agggggh!”

*The preceding is a voice-over for Japanese actors whose mouths don’t quite match the dubbed words.

A great dessert after eating a Death Claw Steak.

It cannot stop once it eats, nor can it be stopped. We must submit to our edible overlords.

This goes well with pyrogies from Chernobyl.

Doggie style.
Missionary method.
French.
Hiroshima style?

You really wouldn’t want to know.

History shows again and again how gluttony points out the folly of men.

Mmmm … Panicakes!

Ibaraki is nowhere near Hiroshima! Yet they can both squirt mayo and brown sauce on glop. Bravo.

Fresh from grandma Enola Gay’s kitchen

Eat too muchly, little boy become fat man.

I really thought this would start out looking like a mushroom.

It’s the bomb.