wolves in the moonlight.

nighttimes are tough when the moon is full.
i'll toss and turn in the brightness until i'm up,
and crabtree will do the same, at all the alternating in between times,
until we're both up and at 'em in the woodsly goodness,
absorbing the silver-bulletin blue light beams that are bathing
every last inch of these mountains with lunatic rays,
and magnetizing our animal minds with blood iron and ancestral resurfacings.
yikes.
i'm just sayin', we don't sleep much,
and when we do, it's fitful, fretful, and fraught with furious dreams-
what can i tell you, neighbors?
we're werewolfen at heart.
it helps that we at least get ourselves motivated to make moves throughout the evening,
so that the latest hours aren't without fuel for the midnight furnaces.
last night,
we made veggie burgers, amber and i,
while crabby turned himself inside out with primal angst.
we made 'em, and we ate 'em,
and i'll tell you what's more-
they were expert.
yeah.
check the teleport:

yum.
scarlet runner beans, soaked, saturated,
and smooshed up with oats and garbanzo flour, flax seeds,
sauteed onions and garlic,
g.p.o.p., cayenne, smoked paprika, cilantro, parsley, sea salt, black pepper, and thyme.
uh-huh.
that's what's UP.
and the fatty patties were perfectly firm,
and the edges got crispy while the inside stayed soft,
and that was just one of the big sexy elements that really activated our meal.
sandwiches are no joke around here.
nope.
we don't kid around when it's time to put delights between bread.
in fact,
lately, it's been homemade buns we're building off of.
word up.
semolina-enriched and high-gluten-activated double-yeasty buns, bro.
that's our thing.
it's one heck of a good thing, too.
yep.
i s'pose it's good that our triple-risen bun game is so tight,
because we definitely used cheater bacon in there instead of anything more complicated.
aww.
we did bake a few flats of underchee' for these 'guinis,
 
the firmness,
the bakey hottness,
the chee'-style cashew-tofu thick'uns!
because even bad bacon is better with a little chee'chee' lovin'.
that's a thing.
pickles made an appearance,
and then some slaw.
cabbage, watercress, scallions, and vegenaise, with a LOT of black pepper.
simple.
crawnchy.
expert.
throw down some caramelized onions,
and that's what i'd call a 'guini deluxe.
i browned up some brussels on the side,
because i don't condone terrorism,
but i do sanction extreme ingestion at all times.
ummmm.
yeah.
*
there may not be any sleep in these hills,
but there is a lot of productivity in it's absence.
today is sure to be much like every other day in that regard,
too much to do, not enough time to get much of it finished.
it's all really happening,
and it's all too much,
and that's just right;
never quiet, never soft.....