sandwich win.

sandwich week.
you knew it was expert.
but,
did you even begin to imagine it's be this expert?!
i doubt it.
check the super-deluxe too-much-is-the-right-amount-type teleport:

BOOMFIRE!!!
that's that real-real.
neighbors,
basil by the bucketload,
with a punch of parsely, too-
and a whole bunch of scallions from bulb to leaves,
and three entire baby bulbs of french red garlic,
and a handful of cashews,
and that exxxtra-virgin olive oil,
plus salt and pepper, and you know what you've got?
pesto.
and it's the best-o.
damn.
it's so good,
and so sharp, and so flippin' green!
i got myself a local old village bakery fresh crusty baguette
while out on my walk with crabtree yesterday,
and we sliced it up,
and buttered and toasted 'it too,
half a loaf, for my face?
yup.
i doo-do that carbohydrate-greatness-style sh!t.
is there homemade herbed seitan, in an herb-crusted starchy coating,
pan friend to a golden brown on there?
yes.
of course there is.
right above those thinly sliced tomatoes.
mmmmmm.
wait,
but is that nootch-blasted g.p.o.p.pin' thin slivers of chee'-chawnky tofu, too?
it sre is.
the seitan has the savory side on blast,
but that 'fu has the soft and velvety expertism that pesto craves.
for real.
but,
that has got to be spicy houseblend tempeh bacon,
agave-sweetened and caramelized on top of that, also?
holy crapola.
that's some severe ultimate sanguini sexxxiness for everybodys' faces.
no joke.
pesto on both sides?
all that hottness inside that jauns?
AND the good bread???
sandwich week gluttony has reached a dragonball-level of eleven.
wordimus prime.
plus those crispy-skinned herby, peppery baked tricolor fingerling potatoes,
and some braised brussels sprouts,
just to make an imbalanced meal even more preposterous.
ha.
i'm about that overdoo-doo business.
three proteins on one loaf,
and the cashews in the pesto?
i should've been exercising like a champion,
instead of wallowing in a near-comatose food fatness overdose.
ah,
but that's the beauty of sandwich week, isn't it?
i think it is.
self-destruction through epic nutrients from the future.
too much is the right amount,
especially when those jauns are that flippin' dope.
every bite was a triumph, kids.
i mean it.
i have NO idea what happens tonight,
but i'm not sure it'll trump that big beast up above.
i love sandwiches.
i love food.
i love cooking.
that's what's happening.
i'm devouring my joy, and digesting my happiness.
i am the sarlacc,
i am the walrus,
i am grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....