i always thought that relaxing was what people did
when they had a whole day away from work.
relaxing.
like, y'know...
doing nothing but indulging in rest and leisure an' that.
sleeping late and laying around and taking it easy.
all of those sorts of things.
the problem of that sort of day is,
it grosses me out super hard.
after all,
i only have the one day away from work each week,
and i have so much to do within that short span of 'free' time
that i'm racing and chasing and filling up all the available space
so that it feels like as soon as i start really getting into full swing,
it's all already over,
and the day is dark before i've gotten nearly enough done.
i never get as much accomplished as i'd like to.
lazing away like a lump of unambitious bullsh!t is not on my to-do list.
i don't get down with that doo-doo buttery lackadaisical easy-does-it stuff.
i DO get my hungry belly filled up, however.
loud fresh hardness, for your face, is the way i work my wednesday schedule,
and that will forever include shark-gluttonous big-bite-and-swallow food times.
friends, recognize-
it's sandwich week,
and that meant making an important breakfast to start my busy day off right.
wait...
an important breakfast?
yep.
extra fancy day-off big action is obviously gonna play an important part
in the morningtime power-up,
and that makes breakfast doubly the most important meal of the day.
and by that i mean besides lunch and dinner.
c'mon.
anyway,
i had veggies cookin',
i had the food processor churnin',
i had treats bakin',
i had pastry bags pipin',
i had bread toastin',
and all of that started happening the instant i rolled out of bed.
guys,
relaxing is just simply not invited to my wednesday routine.
there's too much to do,
and too much is the right amount.
let's get back to that breakfast, though.
buttered and pan-toasted ciabatta bread.
the crumb gets soft on the inside while the parts in contact with the pan brown up
all grilled-chee' style.
that's so nice.
and i got some new hottness i wanna share with y'all, too.
now, maybe somebody else already has something like this,
i don't know, and i didn't check.
i'm too busy being excited, and too excited to ruin my proud moment.
this is the freestyle Folk Life & Liberty Fortress vegan omelet sandwich,
and that's no joke.
check the teleport:
baby spinach leaves,
sliced roma tomatoes, for less squish and more delish,
and a squiggle of sriracha to take it to eleven?
yes, yes, yes to ALL of that!
you wish you were here?
i don't.
that means more omelet sandwich for me.
oh, stop it.
tell you what, y'want the technique?
okay.
i did what i do, which is fabricate something out of theory and thin air,
but i'll tell you all about it, since it was a success/
-
a block of firm lite tofu,
with the better part of the water squeezed right on out;
a few tablespoons of crushed flax seeds;
a punch of nootch;
a few tablespoons or so of cornstarch
(i'll be the first one to acknowledge i eyeball most of my measurements)
a glug of olive oil;
g.p.o.p.;
salt and pepper-
i might've used some turmeric to yellow it up, too,
if i'd thought this was gonna be such a banger.
i got surprised by how expert it actually was.
for serious.
i food processed it all together until smoothish,
and i let it sit while i sauteed some vegetables and soy strips to add in.
uh-huh.
that flax gotta activate, and the toppings gotta cook.
that's a happy time overlap, and i'm hapy about it even now-
i got my red onions, and soy beige bits,
and then some little, lovely, super-cute, and all-around elite chestnut mushrooms.
yup.
just look at 'em:
kyoot!
and with a small chopped splash of cilantro, too,
the extras were all set to sit on top of my tofu omelet jauns.
375 degrees of fahrenheit heat, in a greased square baking pan,
for about twenty minutes,
and i got this:
so light, but so hearty.
so dope i terrorized it all on it's own once the bread was all eaten up.
uh-huh.
i'm about that sandwich life, i didn't choose it,
but i can't escape it,
so i'm getting into it, deeper and deeper,
and i find it's a life i can live well.
i'm not even kidding a little.
***********
running around,
and road-trippin' to get ingredients,
and gettin' excited about dinner.
that's also what happened to my day off.
car rides and warm weather and spring in the air.
and also, wind in my hair, which is still my least favorite element.
plus,
the added benefit of about an acre of heavy half-melted snow sailed itself
off of my metal roof slopes,
and smashed down feet upon feet deep,
and feet upon feet farther away from my dripline than i'd have imagined.
damn.
coming home to a spontaneous drop-off in temperature,
and a bunch of hard-packed crap to move out of my path?
ew.
relaxing is for somebody else.
i've got things to do;
never quiet, never soft.....
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