i mean,
do you?
on the ones,
a good, fresh, homemade pasta scene is integral to your overall well-being.
that's real.
just sayin': every so often a handmade homemade homecooked bowl of hottness
will set you up for continued success in the future.
it's like they're charged up with powerful positivity;
little pouched pockets of semolina starch and forward thinking good vibes an' sh!t.
y'know?
dudes,
that's a thing.
i made myself a lonely bowl the other day,
and after a solid twenty-something fat tortellini hit my bellyhole.
i had all the energy anybody could ask for,
and crabtree and i spanned the rest of the night as productively as possible.
heck yes, i attribute our pleasing experience to my recharged batteries,
ump started by that burly bowl of boiled big action acvtivation!!
for realsies, neighbors-
check the teleport:
TORTELLINI!!!
that's what's up.
LOOK at all those sprankles on top!!!!
just LOOK!!
there's charred chestnut mushies, sliced and salted and seared to keep 'em roasty,
but that way they stay sans slime.
i don't play with that gumshroom garbage, guys.
no way.
and fried brussels sprouts, cut on the halfsies,
browned and broth-braised to throughly steam 'em through with flavorful hot juice.
yikes!
blackened baby grape tomatoes?
rules is rules, man.
and those lil baddies are just too great to leave behind.
for serious.
how about shredded scallion?
and fried garlic?
and fire-roasted flaky tomato?
and microgreenery?
that's spranks on spranks on spranks, friends,
and that's just another way to know for sure that your boy albie rock
does NOT F* around with doo-doo buttery wet-water-diaperbaby bullsh!t
in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress test kitchen, kid.
recognize.
....
and those torties?
damn, duders-
when it happened, it happened so loud and fresh and hard that i had to check myself.
huh?
like, before i wrecked myself, man.
shredded seitan, wth sauteed onion, garlic, scallion, GPOP, black pepper,
and a splash of liquid smoke-laced-soy sauce.
seriously, just browned in a baby blop of olive oil and allowed to cool a little tiny bit.
BOOOOOOOOM.
too good.
and wrapped in 2+" rounds of semi-semolina sexxxiness?
sometimes, it feels good to eat alone, just because i wouldn't WANT to share.
that's the truth.
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PASTA POUCH PREP!
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in a 4 cup metal mixing bowl, knead up:
2/3 cup flour;
generous pinch of salt;
1/3+1 T semolina flour;
1/2 tsp wheat gluten;
2 T olive oil;
1/3 cup warm water.
^^combine it with folds and turns and squishes until the dough is smooth,
let it rest for about 10-15 minutes, roll it, cut it, fill it, pinch it, fold it, and rest it again.
y'just fold them in half, and then make the tips touch like they're hugging themselves.
in a pot of salty boiling water, they expand, and activate,
and evolve into some new sort of pasta pantheon-
a new world with new gods who need worshipping for their fullness, firmness, and flavor.
yikes.
ANYway,
if you ain't F*ing with homemade pasta,
please please PLEASE give it a shot.
they're too good.
and with sensational stuffin', in a brilliant broth?
c'mon, bro.
don't come at me with some prepack A*crack stacks.
no thank you.
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the soup portion was just as expert, too.
it had 2 T of pureed caramelized onion, 1/2 cup seitan broth,
and 2 1/2 cups of GPOP'd better-than-bouillon-boosted hot water.
simple?
yeah.
necessary for the full effect of those goonie-goodie-fratelli-tortelli's ?
clearly.
folks,
MAKE this sh!t.
you won't regret it.
i mean, seriously, you can fry a tomato.
it's a cut in halfsies, a little hot oil on a pan, and time.
easy easy.
try it.
you just might like it.
***********
painting the bathroom is a real muthaF*er.
turns out,
high-gloss paint is hard to cover.
however,
a sexy bathroom is going to be the latest keystone in a flight of flying buttresses,
supporting the soaring sides of this towering undertaking.
if nothing else,
i know i'll love being at work,
whether or not there's any work, let alone any good work.
i dwell in the details,
and i'm painting a big picture just as painstakingly as i'm painting the peepee cabin.
also,
i cut pipes, and drilled sh!t, and hung plants,
and did a whole mess of other other assorted small projects, too.
who knew that all these small things take so damned long.
...and all that before a pizza party.
yup.
i just want to feel full and fulfilled and satisfied.
the first is easy,
too much is the right amount,
and also the only amount i'm used to making and taking-
the other two?
tough AF.
there just always seems like there's SO much MORE to do.
ah well,
that's the way it works, i s'pose.
forever chasing a fast actin' dream,
and leaving a swath of fresh-to-dead-to-righteousness in my wake-
it's all really happening, and that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....
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