brushing up on bruschetta.

neighbors,
i don't understand why tomatoes are so expert,
but,
i'm not debating it at all.
in fact, i'm endorsing tomatoes as absolutely delicious.
and what's more,
i'm eating them as fast as i can.
sandwich week is a great time to delve into some tomatoey hottness,
and even when they're served at room temperature,
they lose nothing of their overall awesomeness.
that's a thing.
i'd like you guys to go ahead and just really quickly check the teleport:

bellissimo!
one epic and elite brushcetta crostone sandwich,
for your face and for your eyes.
what's up?
is that toasted mini multigrain ciabatta ?!
c'mon.
it is just that kind of breadsly party over here at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
that crispy, nutty, heavy duty crawnchiness is mandatory for a full-flavored,
full-bodied, fully-activated superior sandwich.
and it's even better with some of those oaty hippie sprankles on top!
it's good to start strong with the bread scene,
and elevate it a whole bunch from the bottom right on up.
....and while we're speaking on the bottom-
there's olive oil-wilted baby kale, chard, and spinach.
mmmmm.
with a little sea salt to bring up all the leafy lusciousness a little bit.
what's the protein on this beige beast?
tempeh.
yep.
i pulled out the new hottness,
and i channeled the italiano-cucina cibo mato jauns,
and turned it up to eleven with rosemary and balsamic and agave,
whisked together and in turn whisked into some burly broth,
which was itself cooked down to a shimmery, shiny, sweet, sticky,
supercharged flavorful glaze that covered up both sides of the beans.
damn,
that's a whole lotta delicious in one spot, boy.
naturally,
there's MORE to it that just that.
i'm sayin'-
too much is the right amount,
and there's plenty of exxtras i'd like to eat at all times.
what's next, then?
dry-fried thicknesses of portobello mushroom.
mmm.
browned up, and seasoned lightly with salt and pepper,
to draw out the wet and turn up the taste.
mushroom monster-slabs on top of tempeh on top of greens?
that sounds good, because it IS good.
which means we're on the right track, but we aren't there yet.
raw chopped tomato, red onion, and clove after clove of red winter garlic?
wordimus prime.
bruschetta is not for weak-sauce watery diaperbabies,
and the garlic level determines the food appreciation ability you possess.
don't get all weak with the garlic, kids.
that's real b!tchlike, and it's not invited to my stankbreath makeout party.
real talk.
anyway, it all got stirred up in extra-extra virgin olive oil,
well before i started any other prep....
so it could get used to living together in harmony.
that's that marinated married business,
and it preceded all the other pieces of the puzzle.
you start with the finale, but save it for the end.
one last thing, though-
torn basil leaves.
i mean,
don't be dumb.
it's a goshdamned destiny sandwich.
those have basil every time.
i'm pretty sure that's real.
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garlic butter asparagus!
yuuuuuuuuup.
asparagus is good for you,
even if you get the peepee balloon mixture aromatics afterwards.
it's a necessary evil,
and it helps mark your territory,
when you're out in the woodsly gooodness peeing with your puppy.
or maybe that's just berserker battle-beastly the-world-is-your-toilet action?
i dunno.
the asparagus was great, tho.
and then there's tomatoes, friends.
yep.
indeed,
i ate even more tomatoes.
little sungold orange grape jammers,
flipped around with cucumbers and scallions, and red wine vinegar,
and parsley sprankles, for added extra super-expert MORE-ness.
i do-doo that garnish-type sh!t.
why wouldn't i?
i'm not an A*-hole, after all.
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sandwich week is a strong eight days.
and the added incentive to accentuate, actuate, actualize, and really realize
a righteous, recognizable masterwork masterpiece meal plan is my motivation.
i'm into it.
a reason to get busy that tastes a bunch better than the usual
just be dope or F* right off day-to-daily affirmations.
y'heard?
it's true.
when you go to eleven all the time,
it's nice to have a reason to take eleven to eleven for a minute.
turbo-charged nitro elitist sandwiches are my rocket fuel,
and i'm a serious test-kitchen test pilot when it comes to professional appreciation,
and professional eating.
it's all really happening.
my made up (c)hungry chanukah of intentional edible togetherness is underway,
and i've enjoyed every minute of every meal.
i'm lucky to have the bread, and i'm grateful for everything between buns.
that's a double entendre, but i'm not sorry;
never quiet, never soft.....