neighbors,
when you terrorize a plateful of hottness,
it tends to hang around for a little minute afterwards,
like a ghost in your memorybanks,
floating across the positive wavelengths of pleasure and contentment,
bubbling like seltzer water at the front of your brain.
huh?
you've never had that happen?
damn.
...you need to start eating better.
guys,
i read the signs of just how expert a meal is
by how many times, and how long after we've eaten,
that ampy-d brings it up in conversation.
ha.
i'm serious.
the thought of a meal gone away into history,
deglutitiously digested into it's component nutrients leaving a mark
worthy of remarking on again?
that's no joke.
for instance-
this morning, despite her being the least morningy of persons,
she was awake for a tiny minute,
and brought up the subject of last night's dinner, unsolicited,
as an exclamatory non sequitur!
-
'.....but, that DINNER last night!!!'.
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alas,
they've all only ever talked about last night's cooking.
awwww.
oh, c'mon.
here's the thing, though, kids-
last night was a kaboomfire fuego-a-go-go gluttonfest,
and it had every single aspect covered,
in properly ordered and epic proportions.
real talk.
check the new-school-fajita-ho'cake-ho'sauce-hoedown-type teleport:
WU-TANG!
first and foremost,
you see those 'tortillas'?
well, the jokes on you,
because they're F*ing crepes.
oh, yes, they are.
and what's more- they are coconut-chia jauns,
for realsies, they are holy-F*ing-sh!tballs delicious.
and easy as heck to make, too:
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a cup of flour,
a cup of soymilk,
two shakes of chia seeds,
a quarter cup freshly ground coconut flour,
a teaspoon of salt,
and coconut milk, drizzled in after the initial ingredients rested,
until the batter was sufficiently thin.
pour 'em, swish 'em, and don't flip 'em until the golden goodness is spot on.
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dudes,
it turns out i really like swirling flatcakes on a hot pan,
and one other thing-
i didn't even mess up a single one.
the oven, at 220F kept them jussssst riiiiiight until we were ready for 'em, too.
a whole new world of smooth and sexxxy foldable flaps for my face?
yuuuuuuuuuuup.
still,
one at a time crepe-ing is crappy, but necessary,
it takes a little while to spoon through a bowl of batter,
but, then again, who wants a stack of rushed crepes?
luckily,
i'm not afraid of getting every burner of the stove going at once,
in order to really maximize the timely activation of all the things.
that's the big challenge around the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress-
getting it all done at the same time, so it's all good and hot.
i had some ideas,
and i let them run free:
*fried tofu, seasoned with GPOP, salt, pepper, and ho'sauce,
with shredded red cabbage, and diced red chili, wilted with seitan broth,
and finished with fresh minced red onion!!!
topped off with fresh golden grape tomato slices,
and a generous sriracha squirtin'.
*slow-simmered butter-braised black beans in that dark, hot sopa,
with onions and garlic and chilis, GPOP, and cilantro,
served up with rough chopped cilantro, salsa fresca, and more sriracha!
looks plain, tastes beautiful. that's the secret, y'know?
stay ugly, stay dope, and never stop.
*and a double dose of fajita firestarters from the future!!
these jammers aren't playing around, and the seriousness suits them....
shredded mixed greens form the base,
then there's strips of sweet onion, poblano pepper, chili pepper,
yellow sweet baby bell pepper rings, and diced jalapeno,
sizzling, seared, and slightly steamed in a splash of that seitan broth...
which brings us to that homemade seitan skirt steak sh!t.
wow!
cayenne, smoked paprika, salt, black pepper, coriander, oregano, basil,
GPOP, a tiny pinch of cumin, and a tinier pinch of cinnamon,
stirred together as a dry rub for the sliced seitan strips.
they hung out absorbing all that hottness for a while,
and i added those enormous garlic slices on top, for a fry-up worthy
of several stanzas of warrior poetry.
WOW!
with super-soaked and blended cashew coconut crema?!
friends,
this was a triumph of dinnerly doings,
and the fat soft crepes, full of the fat soft everything else
really took taking it to eleven to eleven.
the salsa and the guacamole almost weren't even necessary.
...almost.
too much is the right amount,
and post-photo-op,
i still destroyed three more fatter, fuller, filthier crucial crepes.
yeah.
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i eat a LOT.
we eat a LOT.
and after it's all gone,
it really does feel pretty good to hear about how rad it was.
nostalgia for food?
i like that.
i'm like that.
we do that,
and it's all really happening.
that's how it's s'posed to be;
never quiet, never soft.....
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