Monday, August 7


brown rice ramen,
boiled, rinsed, and sesame-oil seared with some SAUCE?
that's noods, dudes,
and i'm sending them out into the universe because i loooooove them.
who went unintentionally gluten-free for the evening?
it was me.
and while wheat wasn't in attendance, crucial flavors all showed up anyway!
sesame oil was the main unifying force,
and sossamon seeds were there for the assist, in black and tan.
noodoo doo-doo is on the list of quick and easy big time mealtime good times.
and in five minutes or less, these tasty brown rice squigglers are always ready,
which leaves plenty of time to do other other stuff afterwards.
....and other stuff is lurking at the edges of my attention at all times these days.
that's no joke, either.
i've got peripheral ghosts along the limits of my sightlines,
haunting the happenings of every damned day,
all while the carpenter enjoys his weekends,
and i anguish over the terrible timeline i'm presently pressured by-
and that puts a big burden on these noods, man.
for realsies.
i'm pushed and rushed in my private life, as it segues into the professional realm,
which, in it's turn, is in a race to the starting line,
by waiting for the finish line to come into sight for the first leg of preliminary processes.
y'feel me?
the carpenter is allllllmossssssssssst done, and when he is,
the big ball will get rolling like that raiders of the lost ark jaun,
and a juggernaut of special moves and artist's touches will commence at velocity.
once the restraints are lifted, and relying on somebody else's efforts are over,
it's balls-out all-out war on the remaining tasks.
i feel like i repeat myself a lot.
is that rhetoric, or just crazy person sh!t, or something in between?
i can't say for sure,
so i'll likely just stuff my face with noods instead.
check out the big action:

sesame-fried tofu!
i love tofu.
and tofu loves me,
and we're in love, openly, with each other.
and nothing will tear us apart.
except love, of course.
rules is rules.
broccoli, orange and yellow carrots, celery, onion, a dash of minced jalapeno,
and clove after clove of sliced garlic,
sizzled up in a spoonful of sesame oil, and steam-finihed with a custom ginger garlic sauce.
2 T wheat-free tamari;
2 T rice vinegar;
1 T agave;
1 tsp ea. Garlic Powder Onion Powder;
one 1/2" nub of fresh grated ginger;
1/4 tsp mirchi spice blend;
a zap of two-tone sossamon sesame seeds;
1 clove crushed raw garlic;
1/4 tsp dry ground mustard;
1 T chopped cilantro;
1/2 tsp vegan bouillon base;
1 T organic non-GMO cornstarch.
^whisk it up into a slurry,
and pour it on top of all that hot veg, stir the heck out of it,
and cover it for two minutes...
then bask in the aromatic exxxplosions that ensue!
it's realllly good, and really flavorful,
and when you reserve the veg, but add those wet noods to sizzle away in the pan?
you get that good-good, and it does all the things you'd hope it to.
veggies and noodles and tofu and sauce!!!
that's expert.
with snap peas and a little lettuce and cooooool paper-thin cukes?!
hell yes, that's what i wanted,
and hell no, i didn't leave any behind.
too much is the right amount, man.
to that end,
i zapped it with shredded radicchio and cilantro sprankles, too.
i HAD to, lest i be accused of taking it easy-
and that's sucker sh!t for sure.
a good nood is worth a lot.
and so i wait.
and i prepare.
and i plan.
and i plot.
and i stilllllll work on folks at the old busted spot,
while the new hottness preheats for an interminably longer-than-is-acceptable startup time.
when you've waited years to be prepared for what's next,
a few days shouldn't matter-
but when you were ready years ago,
and it was only circumstances that hindered the dream becoming reality,
any extra waiting is excruciating.
like, actually painful.
genuinely physically draining and mentally exhausting,
and full-moon werewolf transformative-
there's a savage stormswept raging gypsy curse
boiling right below the steamy sizzling surface of my skin,
and the only soothsaying salve that'll save the day is the job being DONE.
another day, and another day, and dollars and miles and piles of work to do-
this is What Is,
and it's moving as quickly and a slowly as any one timeline can.
i think that's called a standstill,
which is ironic, since that's the least likely usage of energy on the schedule;
never quiet, never soft.....

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