falafel friday, i'm in love.

neighbors,
i'm taking my own advice,
and overdoing it harder than ever.
i'm serious.
i've been working late every day,
and i've been yelling and screaming,
ranting and raving,
and generally letting some battle-beastly barbaric werewolfen
warrior spirit and memory flow  freely from my fanged fingers
and overachieving underbite.
damn.
that's the only way to go, though,
because anything less and i'd just be phoning it in like a slackhole.
and i can't hang out with that.
so,
despite the bitter cold in my achy bones,
and the brittle bits of gristle in my thumb,
(i give it  a thumbs down, duders)
the rules are there for a reason, y'know?
yep.
that's it.
overdoing it is the right choice,
a giant-sized excalibur-class wrench right there for the pickin'-
you already know the concept, kids:
too much is the right amount.
and with that in mind, as well as a few other truths about my infinite nature,
i got started on dinner, two and a half hours late.
ugh.
here's the thing-
there are important key elements that guided my suppertime superheroics.
it was friday;
i already felt awful;
i love food like a big fat pig;
and it's been a minute since i had a worthy falafel sandwich.
sounds like a perfect moment to activate a feel awful falafel friday!!
YEAH!!!
check the stacks-on-stacks-on-stacks-type teleport:

ohhhhhh MAN!
that's a lot of sandwich.
a double-decker dynamite for my impatiently waiting wordmaker,
chock full of classic, and upgrade ingredients.
kaBOOMfire, all over my plate.
two-thirds of a loaf of italian bread were harmed without conscience in
the making of this superstack attacker.
sliced down the center, twice, and all four non-crust sides toasted in a pan after being
gently brushed with olive oil.
mmmmm.
soft AND crispy is better than one or the other.
roasted garlic hummus as a base,
chopped curly parsley, lemon juice, tomato,
and homemade expert-level ultimate spicy deep-fried falafel balls, y'all.
mmmmmhmmmmm.
i've done myself a mischief, i think.
i mean it.
now that i've basically rocked the socks right off of that chick pea nugget nuance,
and done it so nicey-nicely, i may never view store-bought jauns the same ever again.
awwwwwwwww.
(it seriously was so easy, i'm surprised i didn't do it years ago.)
which box mix did i use?
c'mon.
what are you?
some kind of a gigantic A*-hole??
box mix is for jerks.
i used food to make better food.
that's how it's done.
six cloves of garlic;
a hill of beans, garbanzos, to be precise,
a healthy squeeze of lemon juice;
chick pea flour by the eyeballed appropriate quarter cupful;
a whole bunch of parsley, and some cilantro, albeit way less of that;
coriander, cayenne, salt, pepper, g.p.o.p.;
a quarter of a small red onion and the tops of a bunch of scallions,
because onions have all the flavor, but they do NOT all taste the same.....
i get busy with that falafel stuff, son.
no jokes,
and i food-processed all that chunky junk into smaller chunks,
and left it extra lumpy, too.
that's right.
i doo-doo those chawnky chunks,
for that exxxtra-sexxy crawnch once it's fired up in the fryer.
mmmmmm.
i slapped 'em up, and flipped 'em,
and rubbed 'em all down into baby roundie shapes,
and hucked all that spicy beautiful bean-type baller-A* doodietwinklin' hottness
right into the golden molten sizzling vat of oil to boil itself silly in self-sealing
silky slippery greasy goodness from the secret universal plan.
daaaaaaaaaaaaamn!
i made a lot, and i ate it all up.
folks,
there was still that second tier of sandwich to build, too.
just take a look at it one more time:

you really need both eyes to see it all, huh?
word up.
hummus, pickles, pickled red onions, pickled jalapenos, MORE FALAFEL,
and shredded lettuce.
i'm telling it true,
this was my dream come true.
simultaneously eating two perfect falafel andwiches?
too much is the right amount.
that's worth re-mentioning a this point in the story.
what's the lemon for?
really?
for squeezing it's yellow citrus tang up on all that good sh!t.
obvi.
falafel is my favorite.
homemade falafel is my new favorite.
epic quantities of my double favorite is my new new favorite,
and all of it was made possible by observing the rules.
sandwich week is a law unto itself,
and it's meting out mercenary mastication and vigilante digestive juiciness
in equal measure, indiscriminately to anybody close enough to grab a bite.
yuuuuuuup.
it's all just a whole lot of overactive everything, all at once.
full moon residuals,
friday night food fight club sandwich-style favoritism,
and a desire to push myself to deeper, darker, and dumber levels of
shark gluttony and active participatory professional passionate appreciation
of the art of creative destruction through nourishment, nutrition and ingestion.
i'm about that feel awful falafel friday i'm in love with falafels business.  
and as far as it goes,
business is booming.
***********
triple-decker wreckers,
do-or-die/there-is-no-try deep fry vying,
and ferocious forceful facefulls of falafel.
i don't know what you guys did,
but MY friday night was long, hard, dark, cold, and FAT.
i sure know how to have a good time all by my lonesome.
stuffed to bursting, and worsening-
too much is the right amount.
and anyone who says otherwise isn't worth listening to;
never quiet, never soft.....