chinese lunar new year jauns are in F*ing full effect.
oh yes they are.
the year of the mutha-'ucking (trouser) snake, kids.
believe it.
i even said rabbit rabbit again, just in case.
true story.
the snow storm couldn't keep new hampshire's woodsly goodfellows
stalled out and stalemated for very long,
so we did what we do, and went back to work.
lucky for me, my duders came and got tattbombed instead of the rednecktards.
score one more for the active participation of my friends.
and speaking of friends-
me and the cucch can seriously get pretty expert in a kitchen.
real talk.
the team up is synergistic every single time.
we cook with the brute force of an army of ovens an' that.
but just how do really real ninjas celebrate new year's eve asia style?
like really real ninjas, of course!
a straight-up from-scratch double batch of baller-A* dumplestiltskins...for your face!
heck yes, y'all.
dumplings!
boiled, steamed, and pan fried for the picky palates and pleasures of me and my peoples.
the activation society yet again got it together
and made our minutes all matter a little bit more.
check the year 4711 teleport:
in true snake-style, we swallowed 'em whole.
oh, stop. we didn't really;
...we took almost two bites per dump.
haha.
seitan and tofu and cabbage and carrots and scallions and celery and onion
and ginger and garlic and black-history pepper and all the spices.
inside of that doughy dopeness hand-cut post-knead by my homeboy.
smart.
and with a garnish of stovetop toasted sesame seeds, in toasted sesame oil?
we put the eleven in 4711, y'heard?
and i'm not bragging or nothin',
but that mirin-laced, rice vinegary ginger-scallion tamari dippin' sauce
was exactly what those pockets of turbo hottness needed
to make 'em just a few notches more elite.
we made fifty some-odd plumpy dumplin's,
and we ate them all according to our individual infinite natures.
(as in: the big kids devoured 'em at a 2:1 ratio)
***********
full bellies and full-hearted feelings, kids.
that's what's up.
my main man bounces back to the southern climes of the seacoast this morning,
and i get back to being by my lonesome all over again.
it's hard styles that seem to keep recurring in the great white mountains,
but they just serve to make the other times that much more expert.
i even maybe made myself a whole new resolution to ring around the new year.
i'll tell you about it sometime.
i am grateful for the time i have been given, guys.
no jokes.
and it's especially the little things-
like family-style dinner and the affection of my activators that really make it all good.
gratitude and generosity, folks.
the best parts.
and we've an overabundance of that sh!t.
lucky for us,
too much is always the precisely right amount.
gluttonous glutinous gooey globs of blarpity blops in our mouths,
and side-by-side-by-side-by-side spanning of the cold long nights.
real life unfolds in unexpected directions.
it's the year of the (trouser)snake.
and with any luck,
and since i double-tapped the rabbit spellspeak again,
that means there will hopefully some slithery sweetness awaiting me in the future.
a better fate than horrifying world-weary loneliness awaits us anywhere.
...and a heaping helping of double-stuffed dumps can only hold me over for so long;
never quiet, never soft.....
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