what comes after sandwiches?

pee eye zee zee ayyyyyy!
PIZZA.
why pizza?
because it's the best one.
that's a thing.
neighbors,
i had that sourdough, and it was begging to get topped with all types
of terrific treats.
and that was exactly what i had waiting and ready,
since coming hot off of the heels of sandwich week
i had ingredients lined up by the binful in the refrigerator.
that's fortuitous circumstance, is it not?
well, yes, it is,
but it's also a cultivated culmination of carefully collected
and specifically selected vegetables and roots and leaves an' that.
i doo-doo that picky pickings kind of sh!t when i'm at the supermarket.
mmmhmmmm.
i got my baking stone in the oven,
i got the convection setting selected,
and i got all the good stuff lined up on the assembly line.
that's my favorite part.
all the constituents, mise en place'd in bowls,
waiting for their turn on the rock....
it makes me happy when i see all the lovin' i'm heaping on all of those pies.
yep.
i mean it.
pizza is my favorite, and pizza is what i wanted.
therefore,
pizza is what i had.
check the teleport:

wu-TANG!!, my dudes....
three kinds of 'za,
three fresh lopsided discs of crispy crust, soft centers, and splendorous toppings.
i like making pizza,
and i LOVE the staggered timeline i've perfected with experience over time.
mmmhmmmm.
the next pizza is ready to get shoved into the oven right when the first one comes out,
and so on.
i could maybe do that all night, if i had to,
but vegan pizza is a heavyweight champ in the dinner department,
and three is really the magic number.
the last slice hurts a little, is what i'm saying,
but don't think i'm up here in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress
simpering over my saucy circles whilst being a little diaperbaby.
no way, kids.
i brought the appetite for (self)destruction to the table,
and defeated the challengers one slice at a time.
expert.
first up?
teleport:

underchee' sauce, daiya chee', arugala, caramelized sweet onions,
and that weird bacon.
i think the verdict is in on that stuff.
...we won't be stocking the larder with it, and it's services are no longer required.
awwwwwwww.
anyway,
it didn't ruin the pizza, but i'm glad it went first.
that way, we could upgrade our experience with even better bits on the next one.
which was a weighty beast, to say the least....
check the fat-piggly-wiggler-type teleport:

underchee', sauce, spinach, daiya chee', seitan and beige-ish strips,
more onions, and baby broccolinis, baby!
yummmmmmmm.
i love it when the dough hits the stone, and the cornmeal underneath
lets it roll just the littlest amount back, all slidey off of the peel.
a fluid motion that takes less than a second, but feels so great every time.
yup.
pizza nuances.
i get into that sort of stuff.
so?
so, there's still one more.
check the double-dough-dopeness-type teleport:

yeah!
mismeasuring the thirds made this one exxxtra-fat.
and that means extra squish in the middle of that crawnchy crust.
that's a nicey-nice way to end a pizza party, isn't it?
you betcha.
brussels and grilled leeks,
on all that chee'-styled and sauce-embossed foundation stuff.
we get it poppin',
even when it's just pizza.
y'know why?
it's NEVER just pizza, it's active participation,
and it's what this place is all about.
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long days and a full schedule are good,
but they aren't always great.
here's the thing-
i've got lots to do, and very little of it is going to be rewarding.
that's a hard style. friends-
when you've got plenty of requests for your time and attention,
but only on the biggest batch of bad ideas and worse skin
that the area can vomit up from the hills and trails, trailers and parks.
....yikes.
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why do i blog?
i feel a need to communicate, i suppose.
why do i blog about food?
i have complete creative control over all of it.
pick your spots, i guess,
and make the most of those minutes....
it's all really happening,
but i'm focusing on the parts that fuel and fulfill
my Folk Life mountain manly dreams-
turns out, that's mostly pizza;
never quiet, never soft.....