a bowlful of macaroni.

i hate phoning it in, neighbors.
i do.
but,
on those really really long days,
like yesterday,
when i get home from steady reppin' a down and dirty grind all dang day,
keeping it aflame and afire while the zips are afoot at the tattbombin' studio...
those days,
where i keep a it, loud, fresh, hard,
and well behind schedule,
for the whole entire day,
i don't always have a lot of gusto for cooking up a massive feast.
what's the right answer?
probably to suck it up, shrug it off,and start chopping broccoli, am i right?
a quick fix to repair the remains of the day,
with the remnants of whatever's in the fridge,
and a bowlful of pasta,
and everything is right with the world again, until the last scoop of baby-sized penne
disappears down my gullet.
yeah.
check the stay-ugly-stay-dope-type teleport:

ooooooof.
and while i'd like to say it's a pretty plate,
i only tell true stories;
what i will say, with the confidence of firsthand experience,
is that it was F*ing delicious.
brocs, asparagus, spinach, parsley,
garlic, onions, tomatoes, tomato sauce,
and pan-fried tofu cubes, with fresh basil!
you could call it a garbage can of hottness,
and i wouldn't be offended at all, y'all.
only because it's a big ol' sh!tcan of flavor!!
...that's for sure.
*
i've got a dog that won't sleep,
a lady who LOVES to sleep,
and a whole mess of stuff i'd like to do that relies on both of them
reversing their positions on the wake-up cycle..
so,
i s'pose i'll have to improvise.
first up,
sunday morning cookies.
i mean, c'mon.
if i'm not sleeping in,
i may as well be cooking up,
or heck,
maybe even cooking out,
that is,
if it doesn't flippin' snow today.
ha.
yeah.
even if my peoples are predictable,
the weather sure as heckfire is NOT.
nature wins,
but my oven is inside,
and that means i've got the final say.
today, i say it's time for cooookies.
word up;
never quiet, never soft.....