crostone!

guys,
i think vermicelli might just be anorexic spaghetti,
but,
it sure tastes good.
with a little marinara?
c'mon.
i mean, for real,
marinara is the business, and if you eff it up,
you're probably an A*hole.
that's a thing.
i like my sauce extra oniony,
and very garlicky, and pretty thick.
i do.
so that's what i do.
the real big action, however, isn't the noodoos,
and it isn't the powerful sauce action, either.
nope.
the big burly barbarian business rests solely on the shoulders of a
few epic vegan boulders.
a.k.a. meat(less)balls.
yuuuup.
neighbors,
check the teleport:

mama mia!
a huge portion of pasta,
a big dollop of sauce,
a little spranky-sprankle of fresh parsley,
and three, count 'em out- 1-2-3 special spicy meat-a-balls.
that's what's good in the woods, kids.
minced onion and three of four cloves of garlic, ground tempeh,
petite cut diced then macerated tomatoes, bouillon, oregano, basil,
parsley, g.p.o.p., nootch, red wine vinegar, a splash of soy, a little h2o,
(with nothing to prove) and crushed red pepper flakes, slow simmered
until thick as heck, and the tempeh absorbs all that wetness.
when it cooled enough not to burn my hands,
i blended it all into a batch of spiced up wheat gluten and ground oats,
and the results were molto molto expert.
real talk,
steaming those roly-poly balls of hearty hottness in a little foil-covered pan
of olive oil and tomato, in the oven, for thirty-something minutes,
and leaving them in there uncovered while the 'celli boiled?
dopeness, al dente, and delightful.
if you aren't getting fresh on wednesdays,
you must not only have just one day to do what you wanna.
in which case, maybe it's sunday or something.
i just hope you're making good food.
that's important.
anyway,
sesame semolina bread, sliced and broiled, then olive oiled is good for you.
even more than just that bread, when the bread serves as a plate for even more stuff?
that's a-more amore!
a-MORE!
oh, and also,
it's called crostone.
wilted arugula, sauteed mushrooms, browned and non-slimy,
grilled shallots, and fried chunky garlic sprankles?!?!?
friends,
i ate so much, i felt terrible, and then?
yup.
i ate some more.
too much of a good thing is not a thing.
because too much is the right amount.
that's a fact.
*
i've got a lot of work to do this weekend,
before valentine's day happens,
and the big lovey-dovey doo-doo doings get underway.
there's more than i ca reasonably be expected to complete,
but then,
when have i ever been reasonable?
it all really needs to bne done,
and so it will be;
never quiet, never soft.....