Thursday, December 15


i ate too many meals yesterday.
allow me to explain the scenario in which i glutton up,
all the way to eleven, thrice in a row.
i wake up, i bake some treats, i walk the dog,
and i notice that although it's my day off,
the skies are clear, and the light is F*ing perfect everywhere.
what am i gonna do?
waste it?
no way, neighbors-
i'm gonna get after that good-good,
and i'm gonna get the shot, too.
there have been several meals relegated to the backlog file
because of poor plating,
or worse,
perfectly professional plating but poor lighting.
on a perfectly lit day, when i'm home,
and motivated to get activated,
and there's ingredients and everything already in place?
what do you think i am?
a lazy and ungrateful A*-hole?
heck no.
i appreciate the time i have been given,
and i attempt to utilize it better and more efficiently
and more effectively every day...
that has little to do with what i'm about to show you-
check the no-hurry-curry-type teleport:

i had a friend over for supper.
i did.
i'm literally as surprised as you are.
the thing is,
i know there's some folks in this area who steady creep my instagram account,
forever 'liking' pic after pic,
while i dine alone every F*ing meal.
i reached out, extended an invite, and boom.
this is what happened.
pseudo-daylight does what it can, y'know?
i got the big lightbulb,
but it can't compare to or compete with what went on all damned day,
through the sunbeams that gave way to the ridiculous moonlight all night.
that's the truth.
i made the best of my nighttime mealtime.
it was the third in a series of sharkbite feeding frenzies throughout the day.
i'm just sayin',
a little jasmine rice, with scallion and fried garlic sprankles?
that's good news.
and those cornstarch, cayenne, and GPOP-covered baked tofu cubes?
tossed together, fired onto some parchment, and fired-up for twenty minutes in a 350F oven!!!
they're crispy on the outside, soft and succulent within,
and the finisher- getting spritzed with smoky paprika and olive oil?
well, that didn't hurt one bit, either.....
that coconut curried red lentil stew, dudes.
that's the big action.
half a cup of chopped leek;
one sliced medium carrot;
one chopped large celery stalk;
2 T coconut oil;
1 finely cubed smallish potato;
all of that sauteed until it started to stick,
then deglazed with a splash of rice wine vinegar-
to that, i added 1 cup of red lentils,
and let 'em cook around a bit in that veggie medley.
to that, i added 2 tsp cumin;
a big ol' blast of GPOP;
1/2 tsp ginger;
1/2 tsp coriander seed;
1/4 cup chopped cilantro leaf;
1 tsp ground mustard;
1 tsp cayenne;
1 tsp basil;
& 1 T chili-garlic paste...
after a few minutes,
i hit it all up with a can of full-fat coconut milk,
and a cup of broth-
that basically just simmered away until the lentils smooshed,
and the 'tatoes softened.
at that point, i hit it with the juice of a lime,
added some chopped baby kale, gave it a stir to wilt the leaves,
and spooned it over, man.
one pot, with a lot going for it is some wonderful news when you've
done ALL the dishes twice already.
too much is the right amount.
i believe that's real,
i also believe that every awesome thing, in excess,
has consequences.
for example,
i'm getting the stereotypical holiday blarp-
i'm exercising the same,
but i'm eating 11x the quantity.
after all,
it's not just the biggest and most beautifullest that counts-
the object is MORE.
and i'm winning at a contest only i'm competing in.
my personal best is me at my worst.
it all costs something, i s'pose.
i'm creating nourishment,
ad it's killing me how much healthy hottness is filling me,
and i'm still empty inside.
it's ok, man.
one of these meals is surely going to do the trick.
it's all really happening.
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....

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