burgers and fries.

waffler fries are the TRUTH.
crissed and crossed and seasoned with paprika-y spicy orange activation?
c'mon.
they're french-style potatoes taken to eleven.
the thing is-
when we want 'em,
it makes more sense to make them as an accompanying element,
and not a main course.
i mean,
what do you think we are?
dirty A*-holes?
no way, neighbors.
we'll get our potato jauns poppin', but first,
we'll need some other other action to whet our appetites,
so our wafflers are more of a treat, and less of an entree.
mmhmmmm.
in this case,
i had the overworked dough from our breakfast biscuits cold-double-proofing
in the refrigerator since breakfast,
and by the time i was ready to get busy being an expert in my kitchen,
it was well-rested and molto relaxed again.
so,
i did what any of you would do-
i put the fries in the oven at a lower temperature than what is considered traditional,
and i re-rolled out that flaky dough,
and circle-cut several thick slabs of burger-sized bun discs out-
while the hotbox was preheating, with the potatoes within,
those buns were rising without any extra help,
sweltering in the hot hot heat of our close and clammy kitchen.
that's right, guys.
we repped our nightly meal on homemade buns, just because we could.
my family gets the good stuff,
because they're good.
i think that's the way it's s'posed to be, am i right?
good things for good folks seems like it should be a thing.
maybe it already is, and i just am not that deserving.
could be.
the other other peoples up in here, though-
they tip the scales in favor of good, better, and best...
anyway,
waffle fries are rad,
and buttery burgery buncakes are, too,
but,
it's what's INside that matters most, i've heard.
tell you what-
check the teleport, and then we'll discuss:

woooohooooo.
one regular august summertime supper, for me and mine,
only, not so regular,
and a lot more vegan,
and fancy,
and better than any average joe and jane are gonna get at their house.
sorry, kids,
but the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress isn't where regular happens.
nope.
over here,
rules is rules,
and the new hottness is what we put on our plates.
word up.
pinto bean burgers,
with all the good bits and bobs ground up and mashed-in and added on,
for a savory circle of hearty, heavy, barbarian nutrition for our faces.
plus some verrry chartreuse pickles,
and caramelized red onions,
and a slap of slaw, for that leaft greenery that adds vitamins to the scenery.
expert.
shredded collards, carrots, scallions, parsley, pea shoots, black pepper,
and bean sprouts, with a dab of vegenaise,
and a lot of crawnch,
so that every bite of that business is an all-out extravaganza of exceptional excellence.
we ALL love food,
heck,
after that massive meal, complete with exxxtra wafflers,
we still popped up another pile of kettlecorn for the afterparty.
mmmmmmmmmm.
too much is the right amount,
and that's what we need.
all we have is limited time,
so we have to fit in maximum fun.
it's not easy,
but it's what we do,
because anything less is not invited;
never quiet, never soft.....