there is an unusually awful vacation avalanche launching itself
through the streets of this currently clogged and bogged-down
remote mountain vale of woodsly goodness and tax-free shopping.
it's bigger than average, and it's full of well-below average citizens.
ew.
every restaurant?
mobbed.
every road?
traffic jammed.
and the grocery store is positively cramped with nectkard rack-buying,
charcoal-stocking, beef-patty bimbos and out-of-town turds.
it's a hard style for approximately 11 miles,
between the tattoo studio where i studiously avoid interacting
with the domestic AND imported situational sh!t-salad that marky-marks
the start-of-summery long-weekend weak sauce,
and the welcoming, yet remote reaches of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress
where i dwell and dwell at the same time.
y'know?
it's kind of gross.
so,
when the grocery store has not got a single spot for parking,
and the lines are literally out the doorway of every restaurant along the roadside,
and a late day of zippin' and zappin' has got a powerful hunger building
inside the barely-contained battle-beast boiler-room in my bellyhole.....
just WHAT the mutha-F* am i s'posed to do about it?
i'm s'posed to do the best i can, obvi!
i've still got a pot tempeh chili, which has had a brief spell of sittin' in the fridge.
that means it's been marinating and marrying all the spices and that,
so it's a superior specimen of hot red ready-to-rock blops.
mmmhmmmm.
and it's nearly nothing to activate a vat of that gooey, melty chee' sauce-
which really almost makes it compulsory by virtue of the effortlessness.
so, there's that too.
now,
add in a couple of slightly, lightly browned discs of 'baconic' brick-pink protein,
and a homemade veggie burger with the proper fixin's,
and what have we got?
we've got an answer to the challenges of a log-jammed crapslap
that created the oft-overlooked townies' dilemma-
what do we do when those neither woodsly nor goodly are occupying all
of the available area within the borders of the designated food procurement zone?
we go home,
and we take whatever is readily on hand and get molto expert!
it's definitely a rule around here that we've got to
just be dope with it,
or F* right off, immediately,
with all due, and maybe even a little undue, haste.
c'mon.
i'll eat dinner later than i'd like if it means that i'm gonna get the new hottness.
and if i want that new hottness,
i've got to be the one to make it happen.
......so i did that.
check the big-fat-american-bacon-chili-chee'-type teleport:
is that some elite manly super-elite burger savagery?
i think it might be.
it tastes like it, for certain.
the burger is made with roman beans.
they're pretty fat, and the skins are a little thicker than what i usually use-
not as tough as kidney beans, but still, they've got that fiber in full effect.
sauteed white onion, fresh raw macerated garlic,
g.p.o.p,, black pepper, oregano, sage, thyme, ground mustard, cayenne pepper,
celery seed, caraway seed, and flax seed, bound together with a little garbanzo flour,
and a smidgen of powdered oatmeal to bulk it up and hold it together.....
it's good, guys.
like, reallllll, good.
with pickle stacks underneath, chili over it,
and super-thin-sliced onion on there too,
with tons of chee',
and pickled jalapenos on top,
all on a olive oil pan-toasted whole wheat bun!
you take what you've got, and get expert, like i told you.
with wafflers, and weird salad, too?
that's right.
radishes, and napa cabbage, celery, onion, and cukes,
for the crawnchiest jauns to counterbalance that smooshburger and all the
wettish blops all over it.
i'm sorta smart about food textures.
like,
exxxtra crispy fries, so that they don't get too wilty if you opt to hit 'em up
with another 'nother goobiebloppin' drop of drippy dope chee'.
some folks love that,
and i'm happy to oblige 'em.
teleport:
drizzlin' that sauce,
because too much is the right amount.
i like to get fresh in my kitchen,
and i like to avoid the hordes of homely and horrid longweekenders, also.
yeah.
of course,
even when there's no one out on the roads or in the restaurants,
and there's nobody up here lurking around in the thoroughfares and promenades
besides the stump-creatures and boulder-trollops,
staying home and making food is still what i DO.
it just sort of feels a whole lot more like a triumph when i'm doing it
to avoid long lines and bad times,
instead of just being anti-social and hermit-positive.
dang.
*
maybe i'll start a fire somewhere today.
maybe i'll start a cookfire, even.
maybe i'll grill up some tasty business while i'm at work.
maybe i won't share a single morsel with my coworkers.
there's no free lunch, friends, especially if we're not friends.
y'know?
yeah.
you do.
or maybe i'll be too busy to indulge in frivolity, or pettiness,
because i'll be hard-pounding away at that movie check dividend?
i'd rather be hungry because i'm filling my time with work,
than hungry because i can't fill my belly because there isn't any.
i guess that's what's poppin' up here, y'all.
enduring days, indulging nights-
that's all;
never quiet, never soft.....
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