no way...there's MORE of this?

FALAFEL!!!!!!!
yeah.
more falafel, more often.
i've never felt better,
and i've rarely had a series of magnificent meals
that've left me so full of happiness.
i'm consuming epic quantities of excellence,
because the only other alternative is to be less expert.
....and that's not ever really a real option, is it?
no way, man.
not once, not ever.
i'm sayin'....
what the F* is less?
i mean,
besides NOT invited to my makeout party?
word up.
i've got french kisses for falafel balls, y'all,
and that's the way the tahini tumbles.
so, once again,
i have to keep the rules in mind-
too much is the right amount,
and that's just how it has to be-
therefore,
it was time to hone my flatbread skills,
and get on my rough-style gonzo garbanzo grind.
i'll just hit you off one time with the bright bright brightness
of the highlight reel of really realness.
check the fourth-dimensional-transgressional-digestion-type teleport:

kaBOOMfire!!!
smoked sea salt and black pepper have that bread on a tight fold
and a thickness-straight-up-to-eleven level of futuristic flattie-boombatulism.
i think that's a thing.
at least, it is now.
***********
i am more than a little bit obsessive.
in fact,
i may be outright monomaniacal about the things that catch my fancy.
the gods above know i doo-doo that hyper-fixation-style sh!t,
for better or worse,
until there's left but death or glory.
that's the truth.
these days,
i've become possessed by the secret ins and outs of my most favorite sandwich,
which happens to be my all-time second favorite food in the whole wide world.
mmmhmmm.
i've been mixing it up with this mediterranean/middle-eastern munch-up
come-up action for over a week now,
and i think i'm starting to make some serious gains in the greatness department.
y'know?
honestly,
i'll keep plugging away at the proportions of this concoction until it brings
the berserker barbarian battle-beastly brouhaha business to bear.
the pepperoncinis are key.
thanks to the cucch for that tidbit.
pickles bring it up a notch, too-
i s'pose it doesn't matter what kind,
but the dilled-up jauns i've been reppin' more than do what needs doing.
i've been about that since barcelona '98.
real talk.
there used to be a spot called original falafel in new haven, ct,
and they let me know in no uncertain terms that lettuce was amateur sh!t,
but parsley was the path of warrior poets.
i've upped it with the cilantro,
and activated it even harder with the scallion greens,
but it absolutely does that number eleven victory dance
when all of that gets zapped with the lemon juicy citric acidification.
yup.
i'm feeling good about 'em,
and i think it shows.
a little more fine-tuning of my tahini blend,
and possibly pickled onions in the mix,
and there's a great chance this is the new hottness in perpetuity.
that's the plan,
and that's what's really happening-
i am grateful for all that i have been given,
and i'm even more thankful still for the time and opportunity to evolve
beyond the borders of what's past by,
to become an even better version of myself in the future...
good enough is never enough.
that's a fact;
never quiet, never soft.....