i mean,
loosely, yes,
and directly derivative, definitely.
but,
this is woodsly goodsly pizza,
and that's what the eff i'm reppin'.
neighbors,
we took the original, and we adjusted it to suit our purposes.
are they nefarious?
possibly.
are they nutritious?
indisputably.
are they big, fat, fresh-to-death, and shark-gluttonous to eleven?
abso-F*ing-lutely.
i'm gonna need you to just check the teleport:
wu-TANG!!!!
the new dough is wetter, and better.
the crust is crispy, and flaky, and crazily soft in the center.
i got the smoked gouda slices melting into the underchee,
fusing the base into a bowlful of crawnchy new hottness that can hold
all the heavy-duty toppings i dropped in there like they were hot.
which, of course, they were.
on the real-
PIZZA IS NOT A JOKE IN MY HOUSE.
hahahahaha.
homemade sausages?
yeah.
cubed up and browned a bit on the edges,
tossed in with caramelized onions,
and a hearty handful of daiya mozzarella.
wilted kale?
mmhmmm.
green things have vitamins and sh!t you probably need,
and little surprise kale is usually a pleasant one.
i might've tossed in more daiya,
and by might've, i mean,
too much is the right amount,
so of course i did.
rule is rules, and pizza really rules.
crushed tomatoes are mandatory, as the sauce is what we need,
and what we want,
and what we crave.
if you aren't about that sauce life,
i feel bad for you.....kinda.
i mean,
you're an inescapably uncool A*-hole,
but that also means more sauce left over for me,
and that's a win from a loser.
ha.
oh, c'mon.
is that cashew-garlic-tapioca-custom fresh chee' on top?
you bet it is,
all the better to adhere to those little tomatoes,
and give the fried garlic sprankles something to stick to.
yuuuuuuuup.
AND with fresh basil as it popped out of the oven?
you might like it,
but baby, i love it,
and i'm living it in great gouts of gooey gouda and stringy chee'chee' chirurgery!
just LOOK at it:
mmmmmm.
the crust was snappy,
with that little bit o' blackened butter on the bottom.
the sauce was spot on,
the three-chee' sexxiness was almost aphrodisiatic,
and that sausage was positively expert.
normally,
i wouldn't post twice about the same meal,
but the other other pizza was three-in-one, and worthy of it's own story.
for sure.
***********
y'know what else is worthy, and expert, and totally excellent?
today is the day.
yeah.
i only have a handful of folks i call friends.
i'm generally unbearable in any extended duration,
so the few good duders i have are my tightest peoples,
the worthiest warrior poets,
the most earnest and elite smarty-pantsed cadre of commanders
that i could have ever hoped for.
there is one of 'em, though,
who despite being the shortest in the lineup
stands head and shoulders above the all rest in raw uncut activation.
in fact,
when it comes to being a genuine participant,
an insightful and delightful duder of the first tier of the first order of the top shelf,
and a really real ride-or-die duder who i couldn't imagine the world without?
yeah.
he's a F*ing giant.
and today, kids, is his mutha-flippin' berfday.
so,
happy berfday to my very best friend in the whole wide world,
my closest companion in the darkest hours,
my true and perfect brother in every way save DNA,
the cucch.
happy happy.
he's my other on our existential quest to find out what happens in a meadow at dusk,
and i'll tell you what else-
he HATES berfdays.
ha.
so, maybe just ignore him today,
and give him a belated what's up tomorrow.
i love that guy,
and i miss him,
and i sure hope today goes the way he'd like it to.
it's all really happening,
and i s'pose that's how it's got to;
never quiet, never soft.....
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