overdoing it.

neighbors,
i got it right.
i did.
i wanted a straight-up turbo-dope boomfire hottness exxxplosion for my mouth,
and that's exactly what i got.
yup.
wednesdays are for eating better than usual,
and since every other other day is for eating better than most,
it's no small task to turn it up even louder than eleven...
but i did it,
because i had to.
why?
because it was a snow day for at least a little while.
and that meant that ANYthing could've happened in the first half of the day.
so even though it turned into a flooded deluge of disillusioned icy sh!tslop after lunchtime,
and the roadways and the driveways and the skyline were disgustingly wet and messy,
the initial snow magic still lingered, at least in spirit,
all along the countertops of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
what better way to summon up some woodsly goodfellowship
than with some hearth-warming heart-attacking heavy-duty deliciousness?
word up.
friends,
check the mutha-'ucking teleport:

wu-TANG!
homemade seitan, herbed and starched, and pan fried right up,
over pickles and pea tendrils, for a little green somethin',
topped with vegan roast, repurposed into slab bacon
through the process of a succulent soak-and-sear scenario.
how good is it?
it's the goodEST!
ha.
plus a few scallion sprankles,  for good measure,
because a little more green flavoritism never hurt anybody,
and then a healthy smear of some super garlic-activated ultimate guacamole jauns.
duders,
yellow sweet pepper, poblano, red chili, and jalapeno, working in unison,
took this exxxtra-garlicky guapo y fuerte dip into the far-flung reaches of the dip game.
real talk.
.......and that bun is from scratch, kids.
twice risen, cold proofed, shaped up and corn grit bottomed,
they got the semolina and gluten treatment,
and a little pinchy pinch of sugar, plus a dash of agave in the liquid portion.....
damn, son!
i'm over here making sure even the BUN world is shook.
um, yeah.
i love sandwiches,
and i especially loved this worthy addition to my nutritional reality a whole lot.
mmmmmmmm.
and just when i was feeling like that sandwich was a stand-alone BANGER,
i turned it up again,
and i brought it down like thunder with four side orders of expertism!!
crawnchy, peppery watercress, cool crisp cabbage, snappy carrot strips, and scallions,
mixed in with vegenaise and black peps to slay my whole slaw perspective;
and then, we had to get the F* up, like simon says,
because i had a whole big 'nother bunch of farro munch!
two days ago, it was so good,
i had to take it one step further, and improve on my enjoyment...
red onions and cilantro, lemon zest and juice, tart and crawnchy and citrusy,
tossed and turned amidst that wheaty magic, making my entire face excited;
obviously, i needed more guac', with some contrasting super-sweet mini-tomatoes,
because too much of a good thing is what i want, and what i got;
and then lastly,
but most definitely not least among the add-ons,
little cubes of grilled tofu and onions,
panned up in the leavin's of my bacon-slabbin' skillet.
the generous misuse of olive-oily reactivation brought back all
of that sweet, salty, smoky, spicy blackened flavor,
plus i popped off on extra g.p.o.p.,
combined with the essence of all those onion strips to really caramelize the heck
outta the whole shootin' match.
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the tastes converged, and THE TRUTH was revealed.
i'm tellin' you-
i had seconds, but there wasn't much room after the firsts were finished.
i just couldn't help it.
that much expert dinnertime snow day snow magic
is NOT to underappreciated.
*
i've got another long day of zippin',
after another 'nother long night of not sleeping.
the thing is:
crabtree is very communicative,
and much like me,
he's not got a whole lot of good things to say.
so we complained together at 4 a.m.,
and i've been complaining ever since.
out in the rain, slipping on ice,
chewing on expensive things (that's more him than me)
we do things together,
and i'd like to think that when he falls back asleep,
and leaves me alone with my thoughts,
for hours,
i'm not truly by myself,
i'm still somehow connected to the unawakened consciousnesses
that slumber inside these halls.
by the time the day begins for real,
i've had a whole half-day underway already.
i'm never getting enough done,
so i wonder what everyone else hopes to accomplish.
nas taught me that sleep is the cousin of death, friends.
so let's avoid that family reunion, if you please;
never quiet, never soft.....