sandwiches are often the solution to the big question.
what's for dinner??
how about sandwiches.
sandwiches sound pretty flippin' good right about now.
and so it goes.
i whipped up an early bulk on some whole wheat sourdough stuff,
half a cup of starter, two thirds of a cup of a.p. flour, olive oil, salt, and black pepper,
and let it sit, post knead, for an afternoon.
i dunno what i was doing, duders-
i rolled it into a circle anyway, and pan-cooked it up with a pat or two of vegan butter.
the result was a flaky, fluffy, tangy treat to sit my 'guini 'gredients on.
check the banh-style-me-oh-my-type teleport:
one plate, one meal, all the stuff, in one place.
i laid it down right!
red cabbage, savoy cabbage, parsley, and baby spinach,
shredded and slapped up with a splat of vegenaise, a little black pepper,
and some GPOP?
with dry-fried crispy-skinned turbo-firm tofu, and pickles, and sliced jalapenos,
that's the stuff.
that was just side ONE.
the other half got a modified banh mi mix of red radishes and grated carrot,
with crisp tempeh bacon,
fresh-clipped basil leaves, red onions, and cashew-garlic-lime crema.
it's not actually any kind of authentic anything,
but it sure as heckfire is a direct descendant of the o.g. dopeness,
and more importantly,
it was monstrously delicious.
you get busy with sandwiches?
of course you do.
i didn't want to cook, at all.
i doubt i'll be about that life tonight, either.
the good news about not wanting to do something,
when i'm a full-fledged adult in charge of myself?
i don't have to.
maybe i'm going out for pizza?
who doesn't like pizza?
i haven't been out to eat in almost a month.
three weeks at the very least.
eating at home, and making magic in my mixing bowls is nice,
it's just that every once in a while,
i wouldn't mind having a little something served up while my kitchen stays clean.
that's weak sauce?
we'll have to see what happens.
it all always really is;
never quiet, never soft.....