one-pot.

duders,
we activated a wholesome hearty party-time
powerhouse of asia-type soy-saucy activation last night.
on the ones,
we got molto expert with the big burly bowl scenario.
check the rich brown ricey teleport:

c'mon!
wait a minute....
brown rice isn't buckwheat.
sans-soba bowl?
i mean,
what's up with no noodoos?
awwwwwwwwww, man.
y'know what?
F* noodoos, ninjas.
wha-whaaaaat?!!
we did it over rice,
and we did it SO hard!
cabbages and snow peas and onions, and scallions,
and celery, garlic, ginger, broccoli, bean threads,
and two different kinds of brown blarpity protein blops.
two kinds?
yep.
two kinds.
we got fresh and sexy with some s'chuan soy bricks.
what does that mean?
neighbors,
i think it means tempeh teryaki,
with our own custom homemade black-strap sesame sauce.
huh?
do we really get rad like that?
...don't be dumb,
of course we got rad like that.
and then,
to take the mass-building brutality to eleven,
we added in some other other store-bought brown squares
of soy-type, seitan-infused, pea-protein nutrients,
straight from the mutha-flippin' future.
that's a thing.
you know it.
and you missed out a little bit.
of course,
there's only so much of that sort of stuff you can
slug down your gullet before it begins to boil, and roil,
and sort of seriously spoil the rest of your evening
with some digestive unrest.
(that's the best part)
if you aren't hurting yourself,
you aren't doing it right.
we sustained many shark-gluttonous injuries
in our supping situation last evening.
uh-huh.
broken buttholes, b!tches.
we doo-doo that overindulgence sh!t.
recognize.
***********
it's really great to have my closest buddy up here.
wavelengths of the same length are all we're on.
all the time.
unstoppable kitchen expertism,
incredible coffee consumption,
inside jokes,
outside chances,
gratitude, generosity,
and professional appreciation.
it's all really happening,
a little bitty baby bit better, and more real,
with my main ninja sharing it with me.
i am grateful for this time;
never quiet, never soft.....