big banh theory.

yeah,
i ate another 'nother big action burly banh mi,
on even bigger, better, baguette-ier bread,
with more buttery toastedness than before,
and extra vegenaise,
and a double squiggle of sriracha.
that combination alone is expert.
but,
with cukes and fresh basil, too,
plus lots and lots of cilantro's cool clean secret nutrients,
in addition to slice after slice of those hot green chilis,
AND that daikon carrot pickle jauns?
c'mon,
that's a super-sexy salad sandwich all by itself,
before we ever even turn it up with our two types of tofu stuffs.
on the really real,
i get busy with sandwiches,
and i effs with the stacks on stacks on stacks style of assembly.
my friends,
i'd like to ask you to now go ahead and check the bang-banh-type teleport:

.................................kaboom.
straightforward lightly seasoned pan-seared tofu steaks,
and an overlapping layer of reheated sizzle-edged molto-molto delicious vegan roast.
neighbors,
i needed that.
i'd been thinking about more of that sandwich activation all day,
and when you know there's all the necessities waiting in the refrigerator,
you really have to get it going when you get home.
if you don't, it's like admitting you're lazy,
and don't deserve to munch up on the dopeness.
and you'd be the one to know if that's the truth.
me,
i positively insist on new hottness.
anything else is a derisive dirigible of doo-doo butter
crashing into my sense of self-worth,
like a heaping helping of hot sh!t, hindenburging my mouth with disappointment.
i can't hang out with that.
not one teentsy-tiny teeny-weentsy little bit.
i want that bold jauns,
the sort of stuff that fortune favors,
and foments and fosters into ferocious furious fantastic frenzied flavors.
seriously,
who doesn't?
oh.
A*-holes.
that's right.
i almost forgot about them and their microwaved mac'n'chee' tupperware,
i was so busy remembering how elite my sandwich was,
i started imagining everybody already knew about just being dope,
or, conversely, F*ing right off.
meanwhile,
i'm snacking up on fried bok choi, too.
mmmmmmmmmmm.
i LOVE food.
and i want big gigantic heaps of everything expert, everything vegan,
and everything superfancy and unnecessary.
too much is the right amount, all the dang time.
*
food.
all the time.
that's what i'm thinking about.
the first-world vegan privilege that's condescended to by second-rate chefs,
who're busy exploiting third world tastes at first-class prices,
is something i rarely worry about.
i mean,
i've been vegan for twenty years.
that's a thing.
and that was even when i was poor,
and even when i was abroad in the flippin' unenlightened nineties,
and even when i was doing any and everything else wrong.
that's right,
since the first day i decided to be craftier than a carcass-cruncher,
more considerate than a corpse-eater,
more conscientious than a cadaver-devourer,
more committed than a carrion consumer,
i have been steady crushing the vegetable scene,
and for two straight decades, at that.
so,
is it a conceit of the industrial world to eat out-of-season awesomeness year round?
i dunno, man.
i bet every wealthy culture with the means to create commerce
traded in super-official new treats from far and away,
throughout history, and since forever ago, too.
i'm just leaving out the rhinoceros stuffed with peacock with panda-nuts in it's butt,
or whatever all those dudes were into.
i obsess over things to make,
i obsess over things i want to make,
and i obsess over things i've made,
because i want to always be better than i was,
even if that means improving on a pretty-damned good yesterday.
i'm a first-rate first-world indoor-plumbing-and-wifi advocate,
and i'm feeling a little hungry for something expert and ethnic.
hahaha.
i doo-doo that voyeuristic food tourism,
right from the comfort of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress
i'm kind of a jerk,
i'm also sitting snugly in my kitchen,
watching snow fall softly, but alarmingly, onto the woodsly goodness
but with a bellyful of intense banh mi magic,
so i'm also the jerk who's sort of winning.
*
and speaking of winning-
late last week,
ampy d made us some didn't go grocery-shopping reverse nachos.
reverse nachos?
yeah,
take a look:

duders,
even with extra food that's just hanging around, we make some serious sh!t.
the refried beans were on the bottom,
and the chips were an assortment of previous dippin's' remainders.
some sort of crumblers were bloppin' across the surface,
and little tomatoes stayed hidden throughout as well.
this amber of mine sure knows about what's delicious.
coming home to a tray of that spread-out spiciness,
is always invited to my late-night delights.
i am grateful for all the opportunities i've got,
i'm thankful for all the indulgences i partake in,
i'm a lucky sunovab!tch in some ways,
and i'm aware of fortune's favor in those specific and special spaces and times
within the wodengeists of my mountain world.
it's all really happening,
the bitter, the sweet, the bold, the old, the busted, the big, the bad, the ugly.....
this is it, and that's all there is;
never quiet, never soft.....