FIRE!

wanna talk about food?

i hope so,

because that's becoming more and more of what i do on a daily basis.

here's the situation:

i needed to spice up my night.

for real, though.

because nobody wants a bland friday night, do they?

well,

maybe you do....

which is pretty weak diapery little baby business-

and honestly, 

i'm a little disappointed if that IS your style. 

but, 

if i'm all on my own for suppertime,

and i'm left to my own devices,

and there's ingredients awaiting my activation by my imagination in the fridge?

uh-huh.

you had best believe i'm about to turn it up to eleven 

and make myself a powerful plateful of rainbow hottness.

word!

check the super-spicy-type teleport:

c'mon!!

big fat noodoos, dudes!

thick cords of tastiness,

soaked in thai-style hot broth!

with shredded carrot, bias-cut celery slivers, 

huge chunks of garlic, crushed garlic, and garlic oil, as well-

the better to saute the red chilis and the sweet onions in, of course.

all of that, plus chili-garlic paste,

and red and napa cabbages,

as well as a LOT of cilantro, and some scallions too!!!!!

guys,

it's good in all the ways you want wet noodley dinner to ever be,

and then it's good in a few more ways, too-

like,

the dry-fried crispy tofu squares,

and the sriracha drizzle on top showboating another 'nother level 

of colorful kitchen conviviality.

so expert.

and that dark-lookin' peppery fire above it?

spicy spicy black pepper seitan,

with red and green chilis, and yellow and orange sweet peppers,

fried up with garlic, onion strips, paprika, soy sauce, rice wine vinegar,

GPOP, big green onion shanks, and fresh torn basil leaves!!

it's pure wu-TANG, and it's a seitan sword style 

that could be dangerous to all following meals,

as they may not measure up to this 37th chamber of illicit razor's edge dopeness.

scallion sprankles?

OBviously.

i'm not a chumpy lump of lameness after all.

what's more,

i'm not about to let my mouth ONLY experience that boomfire.

a little crawnch and bit of cool, alongside even MORE zangy zinging zip,

in the form of julienned cucumber. paper thin ravishing red garden radishes,

a spritz of cilantro, multicolored fancy little tomatoes,

and of course, more red hot chili peps, drizzled in lime juice for a refreshingly

sharp palate cleanser between bigger and better bites of those NOODZ!!

*

guys,

i'm in a quandry.

i mean it.

rules is rules after all,

and one of the rules is:

stay ugly, and stay dope.

a whole 'nother one, related, but separate, is:

just be dope, or F* right off.

but,

i've always thought that we are what we eat,

and i have to admit something to y'all:

i don't want to eat ugly food.

real talk, on the ones, no jokes-

i want that superfancy unnecessary sexxxiness on my plate.

so,

what're the odds i'm subtly getting bigger and more beautifuller

by ingesting all this lovely new hottness?

what if just being dope interferes with staying ugly?

what if instead of the good looks ON the plate, 

i've got to rely on the content IN the food?

y'feel me?

like, 

i'm complicated and concentrated, 

conscientious and prolific,

luxurious but exclusive,

artfully coordinated but inaccessible,

and most of all,

good for you, but only if you know what's good for you.......

too much is the right amount,

and MORE of it will definitely sustain you, destroy you,

expand and indulge and change your fat face and waist all at the same time.

i'm doing the best i can to be better at what i do.

in large quantities, over the longview, 

as a series on intricate and extensive short spans of shark gluttony,

active participation,

spirit, memory, gratitude and generosity-

so, yeah, man-

the food gets prettier, 

but i only see evidence of it on the INside.

i can live with that;

never quiet, never soft.....