barbie Q.

neighbors,
it's not just that i love food,
and eating food,
and making food.
the finished product is great,
and the process is meditational in it's own way,
and inspirational in may other ways,
the creativity involved is nice, of course,
because exercising my brainwaves
on something solely the province of my own preferences,
(rather than the F*ing team effort of tattooing) is also very cool.
there's so many parts of the food times that i'm into.....
the thing of it is,
what i really want,
whenever it's going down,
is to stuff my whole face full of all of it.
like stacking dominoes, duders.
tons of work for a few minutes of beautiful demolition.
that's my jam.
i mean,
i love eating too much, too much.
ha.
that's what's up.
the fancy-pantsy party parts,
the involved and intense participation,
the combination of ingredients......
all that is great or whatever,
just as long as there is a LOT of it..
yes.
too much is the right amount,
and last night,
for sandwich week,
we had a mountain of new hottness to pig out on exxxtra hard.
check the piled-on-type teleport:

WOOOOOO!!!!
i got a new plate especially for the occasion.
that's how excited i was about making some new expert sandwich magic.
homemade seitan ripped into strips, with thinly sliced onion,
seared in olive oil and butterish until browned a whole bunch,
and then basted into the bru-tard-o-sphere with some crucial barbecue sauce.
oh, yes, kids-
we doo-doo that crucial bbq sh!t around here.
what's in the sauce?
everything!
yellow onion and crushed garlic and jalapeno, to start,
and when that got golden, i added molasses, and GPOP, and cayenne,
and cider vinegar, a cup of crushed tomatoes,
dry mustard powder, whole mustard, horseradish mustard, a spritz of thyme,
liquid smoke, soy sauce, and an unholy dash blast onslaught of smoked paprika.
check it out:

oh, yeah,
AND three giant cloves of thick sliced garlic.
mmmhmmmm.
the semi-soaked marinated bbq garlic chunks made the entire sauce go straightaway
up and out into the uncharted realms of deliciousness.
that's a true story.
so,
the sauce was prepared before work,
which let the flavors marry up.
that big marriage took the seitan straight to eleven,
but the rest of that sandwich was already there.
pickles, housemade pickled red onions, and a big ol' handful of crawnchy slaw.
yup.
red cabbage, carrot, savoy cabbage, cilantro, scallions, and vegenaise.
too good.
finished with brined mustard seeds,
on a buttered garlic-laced and roasted-chunk-infused loaf of bread......
extra slaw on the side?
you betcha.
and waffler fries, too,
with kaboomfire superfuego custom-blended smoked sriracha ketchup.
(heavy heavy on the 'racha, for the ultimate in punishing potato munching)
yikes.
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i gets it IN over here.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress' preparation mise en place and marinade jauns
are all over-the-top electrified these days.
when dinner and dishes are done,
i get busy getting busy with the next night's big jamie-jam.
there's two kinds of treats stewing in the fridge,
and there's already pots on the stove, keeping the train rolling along,
full steam, full boil, full frontal fatbelly ferocious, all day every day,
always, all the time, nonstop until the thing is DONE.
mmmmmmmm.
tonight is the night, just like every night,
but right now?
today is the day, my friends.
breakfast is served,
and you can bet your bottom b!tch's bottom dollar that it's a sandwich (or two)
check the teleport:

that's IT!
tofu, baconish strips, sprouts, cilantro, scallions, vegenaise, and sriracha,
all on toasted and buttered english-style muffs.
c'mon.
i'm feelin' spicy these days.
in fact,
i think the tradition will continue into the evening.
time will tell.
in the meantime,
i've got tattz on tattz to terrorize,
and that'll have to keep happening to finance the funds-depleting fun of
these different daily doses of symphonic flavor, in virtuoso solos, by section,
night after night after night.
word.
i'm pretty excited, kids.
sandwich week is one of my favorites-
and keeping it lit the F* up over here by this stove is what i'm all about;
never quiet, never soft.....