The Time Pizza Hut Sent Me Really Great Food to Review

I’ve been meaning to review food for a while, because I love food and I love writing, and I really don’t know why I’d been putting off writing about food. However, with Pizza Hut sending me their Triple Treat Box to review, I guess I’ll start here. Now, I’m living in my university’s hostel these days, and Pizza Hut didn’t deliver here, so I had to have it delivered to a friend’s house at night and they brought it to university in the morning. And even though it wasn’t fresh from the oven, it was still pretty darn awesome. I think that Pizza Hut sending bloggers free food to review, just shows that they’re confident in the quality of their product, and actually care about customer feedback.

First of all, let’s talk about the boxing. It was efficient and adorable. I loved the cute graphics on top, and also how everything came to me in perfect condition, despite the commute. Oh, and of course, I loved the little drawers.

So the box holds two medium pizzas (one is a classic hand-tossed, and the other a medium pan pizza), one of their super duper large Hershey’s double chocolate chip cookie (which one could call a pizookie), and a side of potato wedges and chicken wings with two dips.

When it came to choosing the pizza flavours, I picked Fajita Sicilian, and Hot Stuff pizza, both flavours I hadn’t had at Pizza hut before, so I would not only be reviewing the deal, but the flavours as well. Needless to say, I loved them both. Hot stuff came with this really nice dipping sauce that just added to the flavour.

The chicken wings and potato wedges were good, but everything else in the box was so great, that they were comparitively average. The two dips that came with them were Garlic-mint, and Ranch.

I’ve always loved their pizza, so it was the cookie that totally blew my mind. I shared the box with my friends, and when we heated up the cookie and had a slice each at the end of a long, tiring day, my friend summed it up perfectly; “This made my whole day better.”

I loved the food, despite the fact that the only re-heating method available to me was a microwave. For people who have actual ovens available, they have very cute instructions about how to make the experience even more amazing.


The Triple Treat Box was great, and it can easily feed 5-6 people. The box costs Rs.2500, but since it includes 2 pizzas, dips, sides, as well a cookie that is individually around Rs.800, I think that isn’t as overpriced as it first sounds when you hear it.


I personally really enjoyed the box. You guys should try it out. Go to your nearest Pizzahut, or order now:


Of Dreams and Magic and Growing up

When I was really young, 7 or 8 years old, a kind American neighbour gifted me her childhood copies of the first 5 Little House books. I read them, and loved them, and grew up re-reading them every so often. I think in the second book, Laura and Pa build a log house together. The book explained the entire process of how they built it. And ever since then, I’ve dreamed of building a log house, or at least of building my own little reading cabin or a tree-house. But as of late, I’ve realised that in me getting older and bigger, so many of my dreams have gotten smaller. All I now occasionally fantasize about is building a book shelf from pre-processed slabs of wood. I’m pathetic. I used to dream of my own farm or a ranch, of cows and stables and horses and big fields to gallop through. Now I occasionally find myself wishing I had a horse I could ride, as we trot along the patches of green that line Islamabad’s roads. I still dream big about some things, but those things, when I think about them, feel so… corporate and capitalist. I want to be a writer, yes. But I also want to be big in publishing. I dream entreprenurial dreams of business and startups. I get almost as excited about networking as I do about making new friends. And I understand that politeness is a good thing, but it means just smiling and patting their back when someone you actually don’t feel yourself getting along with hugs you and that makes me feel so fake. There are so many aspects of growing up I like though. I love that I grew up to be someone who thinks so much (it’s tiring and gets me in trouble but I maintain that it’s a good thing to do), someone with so many opinions, someone who dreams, albeit differently. I just hate that all the magic in everything is gone.


I can feel art beating in my heart, flowing in my veins, clawing at the walls, turning summersaults in my memory and taking form, but I’m failing at finding the words to let it out.