could this really be blog post number [andre]3000?
yep.
this is what happens when you write a lot about a little for a long time.
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yesterday was the day of the (i wish you were) dead!
y'know what that means?
not much, really.
however,
it is also sandwich week,
and also also mexican monday,
so i s'pose that all together counts for something.
and far be it from me to get thematic on a celebration, neighbors.
i doo-doo that fiesta-style sh!t.
uh-huh.
that's for real.
what did i do about it?
i did what needed doing, obvi.
i brought the noise, and i brought the beans.
ha.
check the mexicano-mas-muy-mucho-type teleport:
homemade guac',
courtesy of a tandem tag-team between amber and i.
chunky avocado, cilantro, scallions, red onions,
jalapeno, green bell, and poblano peppers,
salt and black pepper, g.p.o.p.,
fresh raw garlic,
and lemon and lime juicy juices.
experte'.
and activated nootch-blasted buttery sweet-oniony refried beans?!
yuuuuuuuuup.
holy frijoles, or pintos, or whatever.
they're great.
the thing is,
the cholula ho' sauce and garlic-crusted black bean poblano 'burguesa jauns
were the real estrellas of the party.
that's no joke.
thick, chawnky, spicy, jalapeno and garlic and poblano magic,
inside and out,
pan seared and browned up,
on a shmear of refrieds, topped with stewed tomato salsa,
lime-kissed cilantro sprankles,
and finished with a healthy slather of guacamole,
all on homemade cornbread tortas, doing it right and getting so tasty,
while acting as superior and superlative buns?
c'mon.
that's rad, don'tcha think/
no?
really?
what are you?
an A*-hole?
oh. you're actually just kidding.
haha.
good job.
limes for garnish,
scallion sprankles for that goodsly garnish 'gariousness,
and we're good to go.
...
but,
i'm just sayin'......that cornbread, kids.
delicioso.
i'm about that sandwich week life,
and i don't sleep on the weak sauce side of the bed,
nor do i wake up there.
there may be a crabtree growing beside me,
but it's a mighty yggdrasil ash that's rooted in my culinary garden.
ha.
believe it.
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english muff-diving for breakfast?
you'd better believe that's a thing.
teleport:
toasted whole wheat nooks and crannies,
garlic hummus, guacamole,
carrots, alfalfa sprouts, pea tendrils, cukes, veggie bacon, and red onion?
that's that dirty hippie morning breath business,
and it is NOT playing around.
do you know what today is?
well, yes, that's true.
today is the day.
but do you know what ELSE today is?
uh-huh.
it's NATIONAL SANDWICH DAY.
word up.
that's a real thing,
and it just so happens to fall during sandwich week!!
expert!
it's just such a nice coincidence,
that the whole nation is ostensibly on board for the entire 24 hours
that compose day 3 of superior sandwich appreciation.
i'll gladly entertain anyone who is about that fresh sandy witch life.
no question.
this is it.
i've got cuts and gouges on my body,
and rumbling in my tummyhole,
and a salivating shark-gluttonous gullet ready and willing and able to
devour all the power inherent in each and every intentional and extravagant meal
i'll make for the ensuing days and nights.
my life is smallish in it's pleasures,
but i'll say that damned few of those pleasures are ever guilty of anything
other thanbeing pretty F*ing awesome.
real life documentarianism is in full effect,
and these true stories will continue to unfold along the creases and crimps
of a concentric overlapping secret universal plan.....
it's not predetermined,
it's a choose your own adventure.
today,
i choose sandwiches;
never quiet, never soft.....
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