off and offering.

neighbors,
i spent the day running around,
doing errands,
and making errors,
and making treats,
and moving rocks.
uh-huh.
one whole wednesday,
from getting on up exxxtra early before the sun,
to watching the clock turn over into tomorrow,
and then keep on truckin'....
lots of doing and doo-dooing,
and do's, and don'ts,
and it still feels like nothing got done.
i think that could be because making a magical dinner takes FOREVER.
huh?
it's true.
it's not hard, and it's not really any trouble,
but it sure is time-consuming.
then again,
i simultaneously had frosting whipping,
and molassesy apples cinnamoning while the oven was roasting
and the grains were simmering and the buns were toasting and so on and on and on.
the thing is, guys,
i wanted something nice,
and not too insane,
but hearty, and comforting, and also expert.
y'know what i came up with?
i'll show you-
check the triumphant-texture-combination-type teleport:

a burly BOOMFIRE BURGER!
yeah!!
in the middle of a long day,
when all else had long since become tedious
and terrible, and tiresome, too,
there's that fat stacked circle of hottness on a plate,
happy to help out, and let the evening commence and progress
with the sustenance and nourishment of a far fuller bellyhole.
word.
small red colorado beans, and roasted garlic,
sauteed celery, carrot, and onion,
a little bit of parsley, a little bit of poblano,
g.p.o.p., salt, black pepper, spices, herbs,
and a custom blend of grains for binding....
pressed flat after a pulse in the food processor,
and rolled in a garbanzo bean and corn starchy herb flour,
and then chilled the F* out until the firmness was superb an' that.
yeah.
the outside gets all crispy, the inside stays all sorts of soft,
and suddenly, the two combined make something superior to the component elements,
and we're eating some savage power from the future,
instead of merely munching up on some vegetables.
yep.
that's no joke.
a buttered and toasted ciabatta bun makes it better,
and then the fixin's take it to eleven.
we got thick sandwich-sized pickles;
we got a parsley/cilantro/scallion salad, tossed in lemon juice;
we got sliced sweet grape tomatoes;
we got some rad red onions, pickled in apple cider vinegar,
with sugar and salt, black peppercorns, crushed red pepper, mustard seed,
and a bay leaf, just because i thought that's be nice...
and red leaf lettuce, for a little something exxxtra, because i'm like that.
boomfire bean business is good for you,
no doubt about it-
but i didn't stop there.
no way, duders.
i know the rules.
too much is the right amount.
that's why i activated that multigrain quinoa jauns, too.
with roasted garlic and caramelized onions,
and a few scallioms and little parsley sprankles,
topped with oven-baked butternut bits,
and slices of granny smith's own apple action for good measure.
c'mon.
that's fresh, isn't it?
i thought so, too.
asparagus?
asparagus??
heck yeah!
asparagus!!
i'm on that stinky peepee spearhead-style sh!t.
they have some kind of superpowered kidney-kickin' electrolytes or somethin',
and they're delicious,
so,
a sheaf of those green spikes was also absolutely in order.
i wouldn't want to miss out, would i?
now way!
love food, kids.
so much,
and all the time.
i want more of everything,
in my mouth,
so i can gnash and gnaw and bite and tear and chew my way into improved
circumstances through ingestion.
is that real?
i doubt it,
but i'm willing to give it a shot anyway.
*
i pretty much spend most of my free time at home,
unless i'm getting groceries,
and that's just so i can go back home and cook 'em up.
i'm reclusive,
i'm exclusive.
i'm secluded.
and i'm doing what i can to stay out of sight.
pictures of food,
scraps of art-marked cardstock,
and the words that describe what's going on in, and the meaning or method behind them.
those are my preferred mode of communicating with the outside world.
this is a one-way flow of art and ideas;
of the real life and times of really-real Folk Life
i'm home, for as long as that lasts,
and i'm wondering where else i'd even go.
there's still food in the pantry,
so i suppose it ca wait until that's all been gobbled up.
hunger is the great motivator, isn't it?
i s'pose that's an offshoot of the prime directive, then-
stay hungry, get uglier, be doper.
home is where the hunger gets fed;
never quiet, never soft....