keeping those sandwiches turned up.

black pepper,
hot italian green pepper,
crushed red pepper,
rainbow baby bell peppers...
yeah.
my pepper game is going hard these days.
and when you saute a hot fresh batch of peppers
all in one well-olive-oiled pan,
with circles of sweet red onions,
you've got the makings of one fine sandwich, for sure.
and if we were to add fra diavlo tomato sauce,
with a healthy punchy fistful of added nootch, maybe?
indeed.
that's that spicy business, my friends.
i'm just sayin',
i love a hot sandwich with added kinds of heat and hottness.
uh-huh.
neighbors,
i had to have a little special somethin'.
i mean, eating alone is no fun at all,
so it may as well at the very least be
exxxtra expert in the taste department.
therefore,
in the spirit of treating myself sorta nicely,
i took the time to temper some tempeh
with all sorts of sausagey spices an' sh!t.
fennel, and black peps, and g.p.o.p.,
and rosemary, and sage, and thyme,
and smoked paprika, and mustard,
in a white-wine-vinegary and tamari marinade,
with liquid smoke droplets, and agave syrup stirred in.
yeah.
and spread over some breath-scrubbing parsely parcels,
on another one of my custom flatbreads?
the new sausagey peppers and onions italian gutbuster
is ready for an all-out onslaught of tastebud activation.
yeah.
check the teleport:

word up.
i deserve the finer things, right?
right.
and i'm the only one who is gonna make sure
i get exactly what i have coming to me.
otherwise,
if i leave it up to another other somebody,
i'm probably gonna get what they think is fair-
and that's usually a short-shrifted shifty sh!t-salad smearface.
y'know?
yuck.
NOT invited.
instead,
i'm kneading, and stewing,
and all that sort of stuff.....
it's probably good for me?
hmmm.
well,
it's all really happening, regardless.
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portland, maine.
the artsy northeast coastal pretty city.
that's where i take my trips to.
uh-huh.
it's got what i need:
vegan food,
vegan groceries,
irish breakfast tea by the boxful,
and chocolate bars for the ride home.
friends,
sometimes i crave ingredients that aren't available up here.
that's true.
douchey urban do-gooders serve one special purpose-
they make it so that the grocery stores where THEY live
carry all kinds of expert secret treats and components.
fairly-traded organic loom-woven sun-bleached gaytardation
they can keep to themselves and their recycled produce sacks, too.
i'm reppin' weird marshmallows,
and fancy flour,
and freeze-dried loose berries,
and all sorts of other other jauns.
and chocolate bars for the ride home,
like i said.
i got what needed getting,
and snacked up on some bellyachin' candy bars, as well,
all so i can get busy getting even busier going further and farther
in my bakery-activated evolution as a kitchen conjurer.
so while i'm not super-psyched on the weak-sauce that comes
with living full-time in the easily-accessible vegan haven of
population-density-enhanced 'culture',
i concede that the woodsly goodness gives no F*s about me.
that's why i like it so much.
if it was easy,
nobody would give a crap.
the wrench, kids.
it's everywhere, and we always get a choice.
i choose the harder way,
and the extra hour and a half each way for goodies,
and the chocolate truffle squares on the drive home;
never quiet, never soft.....