nationality.

i do so love a chance to gorge myself at the trough.
ha.
i can't help it duders,
i want to eat alllll the food.
and i want to eat it allllll the time.
these days,
i've been pretty flippin' into pizza and tacos.
which happen to be my first and third favorite foods, in fact-
they're standing strong with falafels on the gold-silver-and-bronze podium.
here's an interesting little tidbit for your faces:
yesterday was national deep dish pizza day.
uh-huh.
it really was.
and you know what?
i had NO idea.
at all.
not even an inkling....
i mean,
c'mon.
but,
intuitively,
expert recognize expert,
thus,
i still had the deep dirty double dough dopeness, tho.
i sure did.
the deep resonance of a pizza-time secret universal wavelength
was obviously traveling straight into my extra-attuned bellyhole.
uh-huh.
neighbors,
cultivated coincidences are good for you,
and deep dish pizza parties are great for you,
and when it all seems to come together in a harmonic line-up?
well,
that's when you've gotta check that teleport:

BOOOOOM!!
silken underchee,
and daiya mozz,
and arugala and spinach,
and caramelized red and vidalia onions,
with more daiya,
and crushed tomatoes,
and silken overchee', fresh mozz tapioca-style,
and fresh tomatoes,
activated with finishing-move-type parsley sprankles!
all of that on a signature buttery, cakey, thick, tall circle of semolina sexxxiness.
y'know what we call that around here?
yes.
that's correct-
we call that expert.
obviously.
wait, what?
that crucial 'za seems like it has a lotta layers to you?
ew.
what are you?
a diaper baby?
too much is the right amount,
and it was national deep dish pizza day.
that means turning it up to eleven,
even when you aren't doing it for celebratory awareness.
word up.
the temperature of the woodsly goodness has been record-settingly sh!tty,
on the low-low end of the springtime spectrum,
but the 'free' heat blasting out of the oven here in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress
was a welcome wave of crust-crisping warmth throughout the house.
i start my dough in the morning,
because you really can't be overprepared for pizza.
i'm sure while my children are visiting this weekend,
there will be even MORE pizza,
because rules is rules,
and family time is pizza time.
until then,
i'm gonna reheat what's left of that massive manhole cover of sauce and bread.
*
good food doesn't have to be ridiculous.
...but it helps.
pizza nights here are a guaranteed pleaser for me and mine,
even though it's essentially a self-contained meal,
and there's not a lot of sides, so much as there are toppings.
maybe that's why i'm kind of feeling the deepness of this new new jauns?
because there's fewer toppings, and more (in)sides?
cold be.all i know for sure is,
it's delicious,
and that's really the only thing i'm counting on;
never quiet, never soft.....