more like-
a whole lotta enchiladas!!
yup.
mexican monday went off like a rocket, neighbors.
it did.
full-throttle high-performance hottness,
launching into the upper echelons of expertism,
with no room for error, and no room for anything else on our plates.
that's the truth.
guys,
i got home a half an hour early, and got crackin' like a whip-
but,
we ate about a half an hour later than usual.
why?
because i made a holy crapload of capital D-liscious food to stuff into both cheeks;
and to pack full up in the rest of my entire gaping, slavering maw,
a.k.a my fat F*ing face.
that's exactly what i did.
i sure am glad of it, too.
nothing quite amps up the shark-gluttonous activation like MORE.
mmhmm.
TOO MUCH IS THE RIGHT AMOUNT,
and there isn't time, or interest, in any kind of debate on the subject.
check the teleporte:
c'mon.
c'mon.
C'MON.
that's a gigante portion of pure awesome.
and it's piled on thick,
plied with all sorts of sauce,
and hot as heckfire with chilis an' that.
so,
what's poppin' on the plate?
SO MUCH.
guacamole is a must over here.
for realsies.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is focused on fresh avocado jauns.
with red onion, sweet rainbow peppers, red chili, poblano,
scallion, cilantro, garlic, GPOP, salt, pepper, lime, and lemon....
just eyeball that sh!t, and make it look the way you'd wanna eat it.
word up.
-
i got frisky with the arroz amarillo, kids.
i did.
minced onion, smashed garlic, olive oil, turmeric, rice, and a half a red chili,
steamed into silky softness, and super spice level eleven.
yikes.
it had that kind of secret heat that sneaks up on your tongue,
after the initial yum factor gets swallowed.
no joke.
it's some boomfire fuego,
and it has that creamy texture y'get when you let it rest correctly.
dang.
i almost felt badly for not having a bigger heap of it on my plate
(on red leaf lettuces, which put a nice crunch in there, for the record)
the thing of it is,
i had to make sure i cold accommodate the BIG action double headliners!
uh-huh.
that two chee' black bean quesadilla has got the support of every last one of my tastebuds.
yup.
one multigrain tortilla at a time,
with daiya cheddar melting on one half,
and black beans, cooked up with smashed tomato and scallion and GPOP,
dumped right on the sticky chee',
and then covered in daiya mozzarella, folded, squished,
flipped, and cut into thirds,
over and over, until the beans ran out, and we had ourselves a whole mess of 'dilla.
duders,
dousing them with ho' sauce promoted them to general hottness,
but the coconut lime crema?
WU-TANG!
that stuff might've granted them lesser deity status.
goodness, woodsly-style, served in preposterous quantities.
that's our move, and we make it every day.
what closed out the night?
enchiladas!
and on the ones,
if you ain't reppin' 'em like this?
you are absolutely effing up.
a fat slab of cashew-tofu rinotta-be-kidding-me underchee',
exxtra-oniony, peppery, buttery nootch-blasted refried beans,
poblano and sweet onion activated seared seitan strips, scallions and cilantro,
rolled up in flour tortillas, stacked in a pan,
and covered in homemade veggie gravy.
foil covered and steamed inside out in the oven for fifteen minutes at 350F,
and then hooked up with smoky ranchero enchilada sauce,
re-covered, and baked for another 10-ish with the heat turned up to 400.
when you hear the bubbly sizzle, that's when you know the magic is sufficient.
friends-
the sauce is RIGHTEOUS.
i mean it-
diced tomatoes, smoked paprika, bouillon, GPOP, coriander,
cumin, cilantro, bay leaves, black pepper, cayenne, ho'sauce,
onion, lots of garlic, chilis, and sweet peppers,
started before everything else,
and simmered until the last minute,
blended together, and loaded on those steamy sexy roulades of mexican mayhem.
kaBOOM.
it's an explosively dynamite dinner,
and that would've been true even if i hadn't layered those sexxy fresh tomatoes on top,
and blasted the whole shebang with scallion and cilantro sprankles.
except,
rules is rules,
and enough is never enough, y'know?
yeah.
you get me.
*
i had not one case of the mondays,
but i had one lunatic fringe of a lunes.
tonight, tho,
it's got to be leftovers,
because pizza and enchiladas go together like mixed marriages of convenience.
wait.
that's not right.
it just seems silly to allow the last slice or the last tasty tube to go to waste.
i guess it's all really happening,
even when it's all already happened at least once before;
never quiet, never soft.....
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