open-handed

choke-neck sandwiches!
what whaaaaat?!

that there is an open-faced fried tempeh sandwich, ninjas,

with lettuce and tomato and caramelized vidalias.

plus vegenaise and plenty of black pepper.

and what's that in the back?

is that a side order of garlic'd greens?

yes, yes, y'all;

those are some thick collard jauns.

wu-TANG!

it sure is.

sandwiches make me feel cheerful, and confident.

no big surprise then,

that the Folk Life shorthand for a sandwich is

a guini (gwee-nee).

it's a diminutive form of sanguine,

which, obviously, is the closest root word to sang'wich.

which even more obviously,

is how you pronounce the word sandwich.

it's welsh phonetics, i think...

vocab test aside,

that guini was flippin' excellent.

that's what hapens when i cook, mutha-F*ers.

and i do cook. hard.

one of the many, many, many ways i get busy.

and don't let a duder hear you misquote some sh!t.

sammich?

that weak-sauce will NOT be tolerated.

guinis.

get it straight.

***********

the weekend is waiting for me.

just another 'nother soul-smothering sampling

of simpering sad-sack skin scat,

and i've got a free 48.

that's one more weak week closer to minneapolis.

all ya'll midwestern peoples had better be getting ready.

i've had a whole extra month to ripen up,

and now i'm positively bursting with the hottness.

it's all expected,

things are for the lookin',

if you got the money,

rock is for the bookin'.

word;

never quiet, never soft.....