incidentals.

breakfast?
sandwich.
lunch?
sandwich.
dinner?
c'mon.
don't be dumb.
and then back to breakfast, with another whole 'nother what?
you guessed it.
sandwich.
the rules are there for a reason, kids,
and they're very explicit.
all sandwiches, all the time,
and while you can certainly skip a meal, (usually lunch)
you can't have a bowl of macaroni,
unless it's between a few slices of bread.
no substitutions.
it's definitely not that kind of party.
nope.
and yup.
sandwich week.
i can't believe it's back-to-back, on track,
and lip-smacking, soul-clapping, be's-in-the-trapping big action
all week long, after such a short absence.
it's good.
don't even get ideas that it isn't.
i LOVE sandwiches, and i'm gettin' a little teeny-tiny bit excited
for a whole new original gangster-good Folk Life & Liberty celebration
every day, and night, into the actual time-traveling future of daylight savings,
and past the fullest moon of werewolfen berserker kitchen ambition, too.
it's a pretty serious week up in the woodsly goodness,
and that's no joke.
yesterday,
i started out with this little A*-hole....
teleport:

yum.
toasted pretzel bread, tofu, blistered red onion strips, green pepper slivers,
vegenaise, mixed up baby greenery, cuke discs, and baconish roundies,
all for my early-rising facepiece to F* up so hard!
mmmmmmmmm.
and then,
because i felt like a long day was crying out, in advance, for succor and sustenance,
i also prepared this little piggy for market:

word!
ciabatta bread, and teriyaki baked tofu,
shishito pepper spears, pea shoots, shredded carrots, and sriracha.
that's the way to un-enervate a tiresome day of tattbombin', for sure.
and,
i think i also told y'all yesterday about all the pregame goodness goin' on....
right?
well, that's the truth.
neighbors,
check the pick-a-peck-of-pickled-pieces-type teleport:

yup.
and i did it in order, so i could keep my onions sweet,
and my peppers hot,
and not ruin either in the shiny briny bath of cidery salted soaking!
expert?
the proof is in the taste.
(and they taste great)
***********
the planning and the preparations;
the grocery store brainstorms;
the pots on pots on pots of stovetop-rockin' sauces and sh!t;
the toasting on two sides and oven-reviving pentosan activation;
all of it is really happening,
and all together, it's the right combination for a week of worthy warrior
feting and feasting and feats of furious food fighting.
this is it,
and it's good for you.
i hope you're celebrating, too, duders.
otherwise, you and your bowl of cereal might be A*-holes;
never quiet, never soft.....