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The mere thought of Pinkie Pie having a day where nothing happens threw wide the Pancelestial Passages to Pinksanity and produced this tall tale of culinary adventures and true love instead! -- In other words, Pinkie Pie invites Fluttershy over for pasta and wheatballs. Grab a fork and join in, the sauce is about to get real!

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Nice, you decided to upload it to FiM :pinkiehappy:


Yup. Now only Fillystata and Mare in the Mirror left. They'll probably have to wait a bit, but I'll get them up here eventually

I sense incoming feature boxes :scootangel:


One can always hope :twilightsmile:

This was one of the silliest, cutest stories I have read for a while!
And it also left me hungry for some pasta. Mmm...pasta. :pinkiesmile:

This story made me laugh so hard when it was first featured on EQD.

Glad to see it on FiMF. All my favorites and likes. :rainbowlaugh:

This is so cute, silly, and random. Just adorable.

This story was hilarious. Sentient spaghetti? Genius.

Origami... Anteaters? Sentient pasta... hot sauce, pasta sauce... and a Pasta Don. In a city... filled with pasta ponies. You know what? I'm ok with this! Awesome work there!

An absurdly random foodie story, loaded with puns and plenty of sauce. So utterly absurd, it's Pinkie. And I love it.


Glad to hear it :pinkiehappy:

Hey, I made a video of me reading your story for my weekly livestream. Sorry if the sound is a bit low.

Thanks :twilightsmile: It's been quite a while since I read through this story myself, so it was interesting to go back and hear. It's also interesting to hear where different people stumble in a blind reading like this, although a complete reading sure does take a while (especially with comments). I expect it also takes something away from the experience of a story if your first reading of it is out loud.

It's part of the way my readings are done, though. It has to be a story I've never read, because that's when your reactions are the most candid, and everything comes out exactly as it should. Plus, if I laugh, my viewers can see what I'm laughing at. It also has the added bonus of letting me excercise my ability to immitade foreign accents.:rainbowwild:

Oh and, actually, reading out loud is a good practice. It can help with your own writing, because you can hear how a sentence may sound funny or good, and can avoid or strive for similar ones when you write your next epic.

Aye, it's quite interesting for me as the writer of the story to hear someone else read it out loud, because I know what I intended a sentence to read like while someone going in blind has to figure that out first.

I do try to read things out loud when I'm writing, at least under my breath, which can indeed be quite helpful in getting the sentences right. But when I'm just reading a story and just want to enjoy it, I find that reading it out loud is a big distraction. I can't really focus on the story when I read out loud, because that forces me to focus on individual sentences and details instead (which is helpful when writing, but not when reading).

I noticed you spent a lot of time commenting on some details, which also broke the flow of the story, and it often took you a moment to find your place in the story again. The Granny Smith thing, for example; I couldn't help but wish that I could tell you through the screen "I get it, I get it, just move on, dammit!" :rainbowwild: Not that I didn't agree with your point, but you spent ages raving about three words which I could (and likely will) fix in ten seconds flat.

It's also easier to pause, scan ahead, skip something unimportant or go back and re-read or analyze a sentence when you're not reading out loud. When you're just reading to yourself quietly, you can do so smoothly with barely any break in the flow at all.

That's what I meant. I think if you just want to read and appreciate a story, the best strategy is to first read it quietly to yourself, without focusing on details.

Oh, I also forgot to mention, you complained that Sugarcube Corner isn't a restaurant. I just want to say that, at least around here, the bakers are among the first to get up and go to work in the morning, often around 4 or 5 in the morning, because they need to be ready when people come to buy fresh bread, which they take with them back home or to work. But maybe that's a European thing, to get fresh bread from the baker's in the morning.

Yeah, that's something I'm trying (and failing) to work on. I get so upset over something, and I just can't let it go and move on. However, I disagree with you that stopping and scanning is easier silent. I can't tell which is harder, but they're both annoying as hell. If the story is written properly, the reader should never have to go over even a single word more than once.

>But maybe that's a European thing, to get fresh bread from the baker's in the morning.
Here in america, we all buy our bread from the supermarket, on the weekends, and we all do it at about 2-3 in the afternoon. It's quite rare for a person to just go to the bakery and pick up fresh bread. Besides, the point was more that it's not a restaurant, it's a bakery, which are two different things. That's like calling a wrench a hammer.

This was really cute! I enjoyed!

Glad to hear it :twilightsmile:

Sorry if this is getting a little long. I have a tendency to write long comments :twilightblush:

It depends on the story, as well as the author's style and intentions. Try to read Finnegans Wake by James Joyce. It's practically unreadable, and intentionally so. Yet it's a classic (I might never understand why). On the other end of the scale you have childrens' books, which are deliberately very simple.

Some stories are easy to read, some are hard, most are somewhere in between. You can read some stories like you eat fast food, just chew it down for a quick fix, and that's fine and all. But it won't really be a great experience. A great story should make you stop and wonder, it should challenge you at least a bit, just like great food should make you slow down and challenge you and your taste buds.

Of course, it should never challenge you with trivial and unimportant things, and that's probably what you mean :derpytongue2: But the challenge doesn't have to be obvious things like the plot, it may be the language. Maybe it's written in a poetic language, or from a very unusual point of view, or in an unusual dialect.

Have you read The Wee Free Men by Pratchett, or any of the other books in his Tiffany Aching series? They're for "young readers" supposedly, but the Nac Mac Feegle sure can be tricky to read and understand because of their Scottish dialect.

In those cases you may have to read slowly and stop at some sentences, or you may have to read the whole thing several times to really catch the full experience, and that may be intentional. A great story is worth reading slowly and more than once, for the full experience.

And I never said it was a restaurant, did I? That's what confused me when you made that comment in the video. I was thinking "Um, yeah, it's a bakery. Ponies buy their bread and cakes there, and there's nothing more delicious than fresh, still-warm bread." Ponies don't seem to have supermarkets, they all get their stuff from small, local businesses (at least in Ponyville and probably also elsewhere). Think how things were 50 or 100 years ago, not how they are now.

Bitch please, I'm from /fic/. You should see some of the three page reviews I've been forced to read by those blithering nincompoops.

Nac Mac Feegle sure can be tricky to read and understand because of their Scottish dialect.
You have just convinced me to go searching for this. I must tell you why. I grew up reading the very long "Redwall" series by Brian Jacques. In the book, "Lord Brocktree" (number two chronologically) we meet some 'northern' hares, and Brian Jacques always had a habit of writing phonetically to the particular accent. Those hares were from Scotland, and there's no two ways about it. Then, later, I read another book by a different author, called "The Rogues". This was also written phonetically Scottish—although with a slightly different style—and was set in Scotland. Scottish has become my absolute favorite accent to read, but it is often hard to come by. I even read silently in a scottish accent when the whole book is written that way. It's very fun. I will search for these books at once.

>And I never said it was a restaurant, did I?
What?! Yes you did! I— *checks video* Oh... It seems you didn't. The cause of my confusion was the line [but at Sugarcube Corner they had to be ready for the morning rush when everypony came to get their breakfast,] See, A bakery isn't where I'd go to get my breakfast, and Sugarcube Corner doesn't seem like the type of place to sell breakfast items anyway. I'd go to a Deli or a Diner, or a fast food *Restaurant*. I'd only go to a bakery if I needed to pick up some sweets—like for a party or something. Which makes sense now that I say it because Pinkie Pie is a party pony.

Thinking back a hundred years ago, People would still head to a restaurant or a diner. But two hundred or even three hundred years ago (much closer to equestrian times), it's possible that people would go to buy bread at a bakery. However, certainly not breakfast. They would go to a tavern, of which ponyville actually has a few. Heck, Ponyville has a Restaurant with a waiter, and tables outside. You see it all the time—Twilight even danced on those very tables in the season finale.

I guess it's just a cultural thing. In many places, bread is a staple of breakfast. Bread or cereal, that's what you eat for breakfast. I've always mused that all this nonsense with egg (except boiled), bacon, sausages and stuff, that's a breakfast devised by spoiled kids rather than adults :rainbowwild: Egg and bacon and sausages, that's lunch or dinner, not breakfast. Or possibly brunch, if it's a weekend or something.

Of course, these days most people just buy bread from the supermarket, but even when I was a kid (which certainly wasn't 50 years ago) my dad frequently went to the bakers early in the morning to get fresh bread. I loved those days, and still remember them fondly.

While studying, I frequently dropped by a baker on my way there, to get some bread that I could eat on my way or while waiting for classes to start. It's easy, fast and fresh-out-of-the-oven bread is delicious!

So that's my assumption about Sugarcube Corner. It's a bakery, so they sell bread for those ponies who don't want to bake it themselves. It's not a restaurant so you wouldn't really eat there (although I think we've seen that on occasion, haven't we? But it's probably not a regular thing), but many ponies would go there and buy bread early in the morning before work or school, to take home or with them.

Also I just can't imagine Pinkie not being an early-morning pony. She's way too excited about each new day to snooze in bed.

>I just can't imagine Pinkie not being an early-morning pony. She's way too excited about each new day to snooze in bed.
I'm with you there. I guess it must be a cultural thing, yeah. America is quite spoiled, though. If all I had to eat for breakfast was bread, I'd think we were out of money or something. Nutritionally speaking though, it's high in carbs and there's a bit of protein in there. Not a terrible choice for the first meal of the day. Of course, at this point it's all down to your personal preference.

I view Sugarcube Corner as a sweet shop. You view it as a bakery. My guess is that it's somewhere in the middle. At this point, however, I think it's all semantics. We'll have to ask the show writers themselves, and I doubt that's worth the trouble.

Excellent. I've fallen in love with your fantastical writing style.

....I grew up in the U.S. of A., in an upper-middle-class family, and we still only had toast and yogurt or a bowl of oatmeal or hard cereal for breakfast each day. Maybe toast and a scrambled egg or two if not in the mood for yogurt. That 'continental' breakfast or whatever other stuff (pancakes with sausage and eggs, etc.) was reserved for special occasions or every few weekends. Honestly, I can't imagine having that kind of breakfast every morning and not being sluggish from fullness all day.

Regardless, this is indeed a very enjoyable story, and I love all the various details. I would list, but it'd probably end up being a rewrite of the fic itself.

So I'll just say: Very nice, well done. Write on! :twilightsmile:

Breakfast traditions are confusing :twilightblush: I'm glad you liked the story.

I'm not sure what I just read but I like it.:pinkiehappy:

This story is hilariously good. I don't wanna say more for fear of spoiling the story, but iz gud.

What....did I just read? :rainbowhuh:

I think I liked it....:pinkiehappy:

I think? :twilightoops:

To add a comment to a year old conversation - over here it's totally not unusual for people to go to a bakery for breakfast. Sometimes toast or a pastry and a cup of tea or coffee, some places even do fried breakfast with bacon and eggs. And in smaller places there certainly are people who nip to the bakery first thing for freshly made bread for breakfast!

That was not what I was expecting.
...at all.

But good nonetheless!!!

I have fresh spearmint and sage for you, plenty of my best basil, let's see … parsley and thyme too. Oh and you do so like it hot don't you? Maybe some garlic or peppers could tempt?

No rosemary, though? What kind of slapdash herb stall are you running?

“Y… you want me to come over for dinner?” Fluttershy asked uncertainly.
Pinkie nodded brightly, putting on her biggest, most irresistible smile with teeth from ear to ear and eyes the size of dinner plates. Or windmills. “Uh huh! Totally!”
Fluttershy considered her hooves very closely. “For, um, pasta?”
“Pasta!” Pinkie fluttered her big blue eyes. “The best you've ever had. I guarantee it!”
“Um … oh, um, alright. Sounds … wonderful, Pinkie. I … I look forward to it.”

Don't you wish you were my brand of awkward, instead of your brand of awkward? If you were my brand of awkward, you would have asked, "As in a date?"
Just make sure to apply the Borgness carefully. Too much will turn you ace, and that would definitely mess up your date.

Good pasta needs tender love and care or it'll get all sad and floppy, and I promised you the best pasta

I hate it when you toss my innuendo sense a slowball; there's no fun in it if it's too easy. Now I want to drop an innuendo, but if I go for the obvious one here it'll be deeply unfulfilling.

Fluttershy sat down at the table and sniffed the flowers as she waited.

Now look what you're making me do. You are forcing me to issue implications about another flower Fluttershy wants to stick her face in. Why would you do that to dear, sweet, innocent Fluttershy? Why do you make me say such things?

She leaned over the table as she sucked up the last strands of pasta. Her attention was so occupied by the kitchen that it took her a moment to realize that her nose had bumped into Pinkie's and their lips now met in the middle of the small table.

Come on, comrade, can't you commit more care for this classic cliche? It deserves more than two sentences.

There was another bubbling, gurgling sound, louder this time. Pinkie came cantering back out the door and shut it behind her, her face a noticeably paler palette of pink and her smile somewhat strained.

Eh, it's probably just a Smooze in the kitchen. They're basically harmless as long as you don't feed them anything shiny, right?

A pool of vividly scarlet and strangely bubbling tomato sauce was quickly seeping out from under the door behind Pinkie, who looked down and gave an uncertain chuckle. But Fluttershy was more focused on the long macaroni tentacles waving in the air above the pony and looking like they were in a very grabby mood.

Hallelujah! The Flying Spaghetti Monster has graced you with a personal appearance! I didn't think he did that anymore for pirates, even, let alone landlubbers such as yourself.

Fluttershy watched Pinkie's slick coat in the bubbling bath of tomato and licking tentacles, and for a moment she felt all warm and distracted.

You can role-play in the remains later, once you've actually killed this thing. Right now it is time for business.

Welcome to the Tabasco River and the city of Balltimare

I can't believe we're punning on a city that is itself a pun.

“We lay the ground with good old garlic bread,” he said as the scent of garlic filled the room and nearly knocked them off their pillows.
“Oh … my!” Fluttershy stared tearily at the bread in front of her.

How do I get to Balltimare? Will the Master Pasta take a challenge of a duel of taste from anybody? Is there any harm in trying?

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