mexican monday.

hey duders-
sometimes,
y'gotta use all the pots.
y'know?
like,
one pot for rice,
and one pot for beansm
and one pot for heroic tempeh crumbled mexican magic.
neighbors,
it was burrito night at the Fortress,
and it was totally flippin' expert.
obvi.
and i'll tell you guys something else-
cilantro was the big action hero of the evening.
that's real.
i know,
some of y'all can't hang out with it,
but that's because you prefer your parsley styles to be weak.
that's okay if you're a delicate diaperbaby,
but, as a fully-formed and functional man,
i happen to take mine to eleven.
got it?
cilantro is just the next level of leafy garnishy goodness.
uh-huh.
anyway,
check the oven-toasted-type teleport:

Wu-TANG, amigos!
the tempeh had fresh tomatoes, and tomatillo, and sweet onion,
and chipotle ho' sauce, and smoked hot paprika,
a pinch or three of turmeric, jalapeno pepper,
salty soy sauce(for those ethnic fusion jauns?),
g.p.o.p. (duh) and a simmery broth to supersoak the whole thing
into a soft and succulent supple sloppy jose filling.
yuuuuuuup.
there was fancy rice for those fatty wraps, too.
y'know-
like,
with seeds and sh!t in it.
yep.
i seasoned it up with some spicy spices an' that,
because a bag of grains isn't good enough on it's own.
that's real.
oh,
and black beans made a special guest appearance,
simmered with all the bits and pieces you'd expect,
like 'matoes and spicy pep's and cilantro, and onion,
and a splash of fresh lime citrus juicy-juice
just to make sure we got all our nutrients involved in the process.
i expect a lot from my beans, kids.
no jokes.
all of that,
in a whole wheat circle of cultivated coincidence,
a punch of daiya(rrhea) fake chee',
a sprankle of cilantro (too much is the right amount),
and a couple of slivers of fresh cucumber,
to encumber the foldover procedure and add a degree of difficulty,
as well as an added layer of texture and temperature.....
hmmm?
oh, yes, indeed, i agree-
it had to have all of that inside,
AND outside,
AND around the plates,
so that the onslaught of overindulgent inundation
and extreme expertism was insurmountable.
it's always a food fight up in this b!tch, folks.
me versus good taste, good sense, and good manners.
and it always ends the same way...
because i only ever win by beating myself
what's that?
how'd they taste?
they were the best ones ever, man.
don't be dumb.
how couldn't they be,
especially when i activated that burnt roasty toasty crust
broiled with exposed flaming hot fire, directly onto 'em,
and with that striped red and green double-drizzle two-sauce bossiness?
accompanied with hot salsa on the side for tertiary flavor overload?
c'mon.
what are you?
some kind of an A*-hole?
hmmmm.
if you aren't 'bout that hottness,
you just might be.
real talk.
***********
road trip?
uh-huh.
bad weather?
most assuredly.
if i've gotta go get harvest and maple,
you'd better believe it will be a warrior roadway explosion.
rules is rules.
however,
for a whole extra other 'nother day of thankful givings
with two of the best dang daughters a man could wish for?
it'll all be well worth the raging traffic jammie-jams,
and tollbooth turmoil,
and savage sideswiping turn-signal disregard that
i'm bringing southbound with me.
today is the day.
a roundtrip journey,
a snow day,
and anything could happen-
after all,
it all always really is, anyway;
never quiet, never soft.....