eating alone.

uhhhhhh,
just because i sit in a cold dark house most of the time
doesn't mean i have to eat sad crackers and be bummed out.
no,
i mean it.
no matter what else is cold and empty,
my mutha-'ucking bellyhole is gonna stay full and hot.
friends,
go ahead and check the teleport:

that's what i'm talkin' on, duders!
homemade flattie bread?
toasted and roasted and grilled and everything?
i wanted to keep it going.
huh?
oh.
i've been dominating sandwiches all week.
no joke.
i think it might even be sandwich week at
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
that's a thing.
but,
since that's probably the case,
i couldn't just leave that leavened circle bare, could i?!
no way, y'all.
that'd be weak sauce,
and that isn't ever invited, no matter how alone i may be....
so,
i took that pizza-type platter,
and i hit it up fully with fakeout beige bits,
and cukes,
and asparagus,
and pea shoots,
and caramelized red onions?
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
there's no point on letting the dough rise,
if you aren't gonna roll it out and hook it up.
y'know?
yeah.
i know you know.
neighbors-
cornmeal and whole wheat flour and pinch of salt,
and just a splash of agave make for a breadly reward.
it was just precisely what i needed, too.
a great big thick thick slab of sandwich time,
for my face.
that's it;
never quiet, never soft.....