surpises.

so,
i got myself some vegan naan bread.
i did.
i snagged myself a six pack.
ha.
but really, though,
it was a bag with six of them in it.
and that's a good number to keep in one place,
because they're thin.
honestly,
they look like slippers with the sides removed.
so i figured i'd need two to make a worthwhile sandwich with, y'know?
mmhmm.
i s'pose that's no big deal in the broader view of the bread world,
and actually,
that house-shoe shape endeared those floppy ovals to me in a way
that i'll wager a rounder shape wouldn't have.
see?
i'm warming up to new possibilities in the dinnertime domain.
i'm also warming up that naan, with the babiest bit of earthbalanced butterishness.
mmmmhmmmm.
and once that's ready,
it's time to activate the next in a long line of elite eats.
neighbors,
you know by now that i've not got much else to talk about, yeah?
yeah.
sandwich week has a powerful pull on my attention,
and my affections,
and my emotions,
and my appetite.
real talk.
and it's even more potent,
and hold more portents because it's also a full moon.
yup.
a howlin' mad hot-fire circlet of polarity-activating lunar flood tide jauns
is running rampant along the ramparts of this woodsly manse,
and there's a whole lot of holes being poked through my pores by the
night's late bright lights.
yikes.
all this not-sleepin' and mind-racin' and hard-stylin' has got me hungry, duders.
and when there's werewolfen berserker battle-beast business happening,
there had better be a burly source of nourishment to help change back
from bestial butthead to regular butthead by the dawn's early light.
guys,
i can't sleep,
but i sure can eat.
check the most-righteous-type teleport:

WORD.
you heard about that make-'em-say-UNNNGH na-na-na naan already,
but let me put the rest of that big daddy to your dome.
sesame-oil fried, and tamari-glazed shredded brussels sprouts.
expert on their own, but incredible as part of the team.
a crushed-sesame-seed crusted sesame-oil seared seitan steak.
and on the ones, this batch of seitan is the best yet.
i wish i knew what i did differently, but whatever it was,
i sure hope i do it again.
agave-sweetened chili garlic cilantro sriracha sauce?!
c'mon.
sweet and hot and spicy,
but with that cool cilantro rush sneaking around in there too?
you know this mutha-'ucka brings the thunder over here.
grilled leeks, lookin' extra sexy, and tasting all kinds of great,
because you can't have too much going on in the flavor profile.
huh?
oh, yeah, you know what's up.
rice-wine-vinegar-pickled daikon and carrot slaw!!!
i'm telling you guys,
you don't know about what's really expert 
until you've had a bite of this all up in your face.
i wasn't starving, i'd eaten some cookies, i was feelin' fat,
and other sorts of blah-blah-blah reasons for not being overly enthused
at first panful and plating of this tasty piece.
i just wasn't all that hungry.
.......until the first mouthful exploded my entire palette with big action.
holy crap.
i was very surprised that it was such a complete and total monster hit.
my inner werewolf was pleased,
but my inner workings are wide awake now.
i fell asleep crazy early,
in a semi-comatose overdose of being foodstuff stuffed,
and i woke up at the stroke of midnight,
and have been thinking about sandwiches and sleep ever since.
i love food,
and i love dreams.
i bet i even dream about food,
but i can't say i ever really remember what goes on behind my eyes
when they're rapidly moving to breakbeats inside my slumberland skull.
i can say i wish i was experiencing that at this moment,
but i s'pose there's always something to do around here at any hour.
it's all really happening,
even when none of it is what you'd prefer;
never quiet, never soft.....