grillin' it.

whaaaaaaat?

yep.

dinner was so flippin' bangin',

i thought my ninjas should know of it.

act like you read about, ya'll.

deliciousness for your face.

that plateful of flavor had it goin' on and on and on.

clockwise from the steamed-on-the-grill baby bok choy,

we got the gardein protein slabs, and some mirin-glazed maitake mushrooms,

and also a vicious discus of vidalia onion,

and some burly burnt summer squash.

i had my charcoals glowin', all real lump wood an' that,

i got my vegetables marinating all early-like,

and i even sliced and diced some cherry-ripe cherry tomatoes.

what do you get when you take garlic, onions, basil,

olive oil, lemon juiciness, and tomatoes,

and leave out the bread that'd have made it bruschetta?

a little something called a bowlful of salad, yo.

c'mon.

don't all vegans just eat salad all day?

sure.

what's the proper way to aid digestion after a bellyful of tasty treats gets got?

you guessed right:

steamy bedroom business.

seriously.

the whole room is like a sweatbox sauna now,

after the savage stormswept power-steamin' we just handed out.

damn, ninjas wanna stick me for my (wall)papers.

that's enough work for one day, hey.

now it's cover-to-cover sheets of paper,

and paper-thin coverlets and comforters.

bedtime is a good time;

never quiet, never soft.....