foooooooood.

what a day off!
we did what we wanted,
(which is to say, not very much)
we went wherever we felt like,
(i got a coffee, and some b.b.s for cat-shootin')
we turned off the phones,
(actually, no one calls us, we left 'em on)
we cooked,
we created,
we gardened,
we burned sh!t,
and,
we watched a couple terrible episodes of tremors, the series.
that's a heart-is-full kind of a day.
dawn until dusk so-hottness.
lea and jim both came over for family dinner,
it could've been you.
where are my worthy warrior poets at?
this isolated hermit world hasn't gone anywhere, yet.
you'd better get up here soon, though,
because there's lots of dinners what need eatin'.
and i've got to tell you muthab!tches,
last night's was pretty flippin' doooooope.

grillin', y'all.
vegan barbecue?
you bet your bellybutton, boy.
tempeh steaks in a french herb maple marinade?
duders,
your tastebuds are oh so mad you missed out.
cukes, cherry 'matoes, and basil in a lemon soy vinaigrette?
so light, so crunchy, so refreshing.
my salads are crisp, kids.
your bellyholes wanted some.
too bad for all that.
and we roasty-toasted up some zukes,
and for the sake of fancy-pantsing it up,
the grill kissed some radicchio, too.
yeah. radicchio. it's a veg-e-ta-ble.
and it went great with the tempeh on special buns.
special buns.
i got them jauns, in spades.
hey-oooo!
and just to sweeten up the plates,
we got crazy hawaiian slabs of oil-basted pineapples.
i know, y'all, i know.
it's not just doo-dooin' it i believe in-
it's OVERdoo-dooin' it.
that's kind of my philosophy.
there is also a very spicy salsa fresca in my fridge.
in addition to the jalapenos and the black pepper,
it also has a whole bulb of raw garlic in it.
(ooh baby) i like it raw.
in this instance,
when i talk about a flavor explosion,
well,
it makes certain that if anything is going to get blown off,
like in a gunfight-type scenario,
it will most certainly be my A*-hole.
this salsa, y'all;
it burns your whole life of right out your F*n' mouth.
the only way to make the fuego caliente de lingua stop
is to put more cold wet salsa in your face-
it's a vicious cycle, i realize.
especially during the demolition/digestion portion of the program.
talk about burning the candle at both ends.
more like road flares, duders.
rockets red glares,
bombs bursting in air,
or underwear;
never quiet, never soft.....