spaghetti!

what the F* is jar sauce?!
hahahaHA.
i don't usually get down with it,
and last night was no exception.
onions, garlic, g.p.o.p., nootch, spices, crushed tomatoes,
salt, red pepper flakes and black pepper cracks,
plus a little simmerin' time.
mmmmmm.
y'know it's already so easy, you almost gotta freak off a custom jauns-
i just don't understand jar sauce,
when your own personal blend of hottness will almost always be superios.
anyway,
the big action around dinnertime here at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress
was a spaghetti and wheatballs kind of a thing.
.....but was it expert?
c'mon, man.
you tell me-
teleport:

WORD!
neighbors,
those 'balls only get better by the next day.
that's the truth.
these are the slightly smaller,
sort of better suited to spaghetti-style chunkers,
and i'll tell you what, kids:
you get more of them on your plate,
and that's the way to go when you wanna go all the way.
mmmhmmmm.
are you wondering if that's roasted garlic roasted garlic bread?
what?
no i didn't write it twice on accident.
it's roasted garlic bread, with cloche-roasted olive-oily garlic cloves smooshed on top,
in addition to being dispersed throughout,
with garlic powderiness, and a little salt, toasted up in the oven
towards the end of the tempeh reheat timelapse.
yeah, that's right.
i doo-doo that double-roasty toasty garlic pantload party time.
you like pasta?
me too.
the thing is, i eat too much, because that's the right amount,
and then i get so sleeeeeeeepy.
it's worth the weird sleep schedule that a double-triple dose of spaghett' gives me,
because those are perfect moments.
when i'm shoveling that stuff into my gnashing maw,
and the slurping sounds of sauce slapping around my kitchen are symphonic,
especially when amber is here,
because then it's truly in stereo surround sound?
that's when the euphoria of a blissful barbarian binge is at it's best.
it's not the fanciest meal,
but damn, duders,
it's one of the more rewarding ones.
***********
anyway,
there's a conundrum i'm faced with at the moment.
i've got SO much work to do these next two days,
and that's before i really get crackin' on my day off doings.
how do i get it all done,
seeing as the list only ever gets longer,
which makes any accomplishments only ever seem hopelessly lesser.
i'm loathe to take time away from work,
but i'm already there for every minute that we're open, and then some;
i don't think there's much point in sleeping any less,
since that'd be just NOT sleeping at all...
what a bummer that i can't make a second me to be my own assistant.
oh, stop.
two me's would cause a cataclysmic implosion of all things nice and orderly,
and the ensuing big black pit of enemy minefield de-limbing destruction
wouldn't achieve anything resembling my extrinsic goals.
yikes.
still, i can't help it, friends-
i'm despairing over the lack of time for my own enjoyment.
uh-huh.
that's real.
i've got a whole mess of art in me lately,
and no time to do it.
the only options would be to be a much bigger bag of sh!t,
and ignore my cheerful little happy chappie dog,
or,
to stop making treats, and instead paint a picture.
 i don't want OR, as you all already know.
i want AND.
all the things, all the time, and more of them while i'm at it.
i've yet to get where i'm going, and i s'pose that's the nature of life-
when you arrive, it's the end.
the thing is, i'm not looking for a shortcut,
i just want to make all the scenic sightseeing stops
AND make great time whilst having a great time.
it's to much to ask,
and impossible to demand,
but that's where i'm at,
and that's that;
never quiet, never soft.....