your sandwiches ain't sh!t.
boom.
i said it, and i mean it.
F* a fresh-grilled one-tier weak sauce slab of crap, son.
i'm all about making a mile high mountain of masterwork munchables.
real talk.
i have seitan, spices, and a whole lot of hunger,
as well as good bread and fresh vegetables.....
if i didn't get busy with some big action,
i'd probably just be some lame-faced watery diaperbaby,
and we know that's not a thing, now is it?
uh-uh.
check the burly-sandwich-type teleport:
pickles,
mixed baby lettuces,
an lightly-floured herb-crusted buttery pan fried seitan steak,
coming correct with the roasted chickeny style seasoning,
thinly shredded tomato discs,
grilled leeks, pea tendrils, and sweet onion slices,
all on a buttery toasted ciabatta bun?
expert!
look at it from another 'nother angle:
i was so eager to eat it all up,
i didn't even wait for the seasoned curlies to be done baking.
what?
yeah, neighbors-
of course i had the curlies.
fries go with sandwiches like wuTANG F*s with shaolin.
get with it, or get outta here.
jeez.
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even the simplest stuff should be rad.
that's just my thinking on the notion of active participation.
if you've got to eat to live,
then eat right, get right, and live right......right?
i dunno, it adds up to me,
but then again,
i'm on that old math.
like abacus addition and mahjong minus matching.....
so i could be off by a decimal point of two.
then again,
it seems like if you're eating lazy crap,
you probably ARE a piece of lazy crap,
and that's the bottom line,
with or without a scorecard, tally sheet, or scrap paper.
kapow.
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i like my sandwiches thick.
i like my bread soft, yet crawnchy.
i like my seitan seared but juicy.
i like my styles hard.
i've been lucky enough, and ably adept at activating all of that.
i'm grateful for the time i've been given,
and for the ingredients to make sure what little occurs
between work sleep and work again,
has got the hottness to make it worth a damn;
never quiet, never soft.....
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