Pizza Party.

neighbors,
these busy busy weekends are trying to harshen up my little-bitty
insulated woodsly goodfellowship in these hills.
i mean it-
running around, running behind, and running in circles,
all without the cardiovascular benefits of a jog.
dang.
what happens when your days are overloaded and underlauded?
usually, if you're me,
you work even harder, burn even hotter,
douse the day in decibels and dour domination...
and all of that works up one heck of an appetite.
guys,
i knew from the jump it was gonna be a b-hole of a sunday.
i did.
it was.
i'm usually pretty spot on with the predictions.
so,
with the anticipation of hard-scrabblin' scramblin' for those movie checks
looming over my thoughts in the morning,
well in advance of the main host of those hard styles digging in and
doing their damnedest to eff up a perfectly pleasant sunday-
i prepared a batch of from-scratch double-dough,
y'know,
to ease my troubles, yo!
(if it rhymes, it is quantifiably truer than if it doesn't.)
ha.
that's real,
and it's a real treat to have the new hottness halfway there before you are.
yup.
no amount of bad day at the office can measure up against the best food
in the whole wide entire planet of earth.
word the F* up.
pizza night, friends.
that's the penultimate expression of expertism.
YEAH!
and,
it's the only way guaranteed way to ensure that high notes and sweet spots
are all hit in succession before the page-a-day flips over to tomorrow.
i doo-doo that freaky sh!t, and i even do it on sunday.
being hungry doesn't know what day it is,
and being dope doesn't CARE what day it is.
check the teleport:

C'MON!!!
you know that's a sexxxy-lookin' coupla pizza pies for your eyes.
delicious doesn't begin to describe the taste barrage we broadsided our 'buds with.
duders,
just LOOK at it:

that's the newest hottness on the block,
and and it absolutely brought the turbo-nitro-explosivo kaBOOMfire to the party.
daiya mozzarella, baconish strippers, and inner(ne' under)chee'-stuffed crust!!!!!!!
that's for real.
deep dish type dough,
cakey and flaky, but rolled thin,
and long,
and folded in on itself after a burly rim of stuffin' encircled the outer edge.
daaaaaamn, it has so much exxxtra deliciousness baked in there.
and with those big chunks of fried garlic peppering the crust???
expert.
and i mean, 
chee' is essentially crust-colored in tones of beigeish,
so stuffing it is a less visual and far more emotional experience...
but look a how legit this big slice of heroic day-saving delicacy is, anyway:

underchee', crushed tomatoes, daiya chee', fresh cashew-garlic blops,
and then MORE baconish,
broccoli, caramelized onions, and a few more drips and drops of sauce??!!?!?
holy sh!t.
if that doesn't do somethin' for you,
get your A* to the doctor immediately,
because you have a defective awesomometer,
and you desperately need recalibration.
no rough day could've withstood the level eleven viking victual reality
that pizza night has on offer here at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
no joke.
but,
while that jammie jaun was ready first, in about sixteen minutes of preheated 450-
and turned up with bonfuego boosters to 500 F degrees, of ovenly lovin'-
there was a whole other 'nother one waiting for us,
ten or so minutes after the numero uno was ready.
uh-huh.
you saw it up there,
now look a little bit closer:

MORE pizza than the pan can handle?
yes.
too much is the right amount,
and this guy is the poster boy for that rule in spades.
how many chee' can one pan hold?
a lot it turns out.
underchee on the bottom,
cheddar slices over that,
daiya mozzarella,
smoky paprika and GPOP juicy sauteed seitan chunks, with flash-fried basil
(a client the other day mentioned the superior activation of fried basil,
and although she wasn't paying ME for her tattoo, a good idea is still a good idea)
so dope.
plus, MORE daiya mozz',
caramelized onions, chopped baby spinach,
tomato sauce,
fresh wet burrata-be-kidding-me cashew-garlic chee',
and those giant fried garlic sprankles,
and baby basil leaves to bring it into the future?!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
holy flippin' crapola, kiddos-
the crust got so crispy on top, and so fluffy within, and so buttery throughout,
i almost couldn't believe it,
except that i was stuffing my face so hard, it had to be true.
four chee' deep dish, with triple-threat layers of lusciousness is what's good.
when you know you're in for it all day,
you just have to dig into it all night, too.
there's no such thing as too much of a good thing if you're doing it right.
*
i am a lucky man.
i've got a very small, very elite cadre of peoples;
but,
they're in the know, on the level, and down to ride or die and other 'hoodisms.
and there's plenty of pizza.
that's also pretty helpful.
Folk Life in the white mountains,
when you're not a social animal,
is a very intense and personal endeavor.
i'm happy i get to share some silver sliver of it with you,
and i'm very grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....