i figured a good ring-in debut meal would be a big ol' batch of french style toast.
y'know
here's the thing-
i bake a LOT of bread,
and when my dudes don't come around during bake days,
i end up with a surplus of bread.
...and while i eat a ton of fresh-baked burly barbarian sourdough,
i physically can't keep up with the output my starter provides.
mmhmmm.
i hate wasting it, so i use it up, and that means lots of loaves,
but not enough mouths.
i guess what i'm telling you is:
i confess that french toast was a matter of mindfulness,
born of a disdain for being wasteful on the face of it,
coupled with respect for my masterful bake-up creations.
uh-huh.
i wouldn't want to squander any of my superior sourdough,
and i wouldn't want to eat a sub-par brekkie either.
add in the equilateral daylight that's dispensed along the ley lines and horizons of
an equidistant sunbeam sun-up-to-sundown rundown,
and i've GOT to start my day with some expert sh!t.
that's a thing.
really.
rules is rules, fools.
and on special days, we make the nicey-nice.
and by we, i mostly mean just me, but you get the picture.
check the teleport:
FRENCH TOAST TASTES BETTER WHEN IT'S FAT SLABS OF SOURDOUGH!
no joke.
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the potatoes were big and thick and soft and skin-on like really real HOTbois prefer,.
with red onion all buttercrisped up, and scallion sprankles to sexxxify that sh!t.
yes!
and you know i bake them AS the oven preheats,
so that they're done when the oven reaches the desired temperature, right?
i don't have the luxury of waiting for preheats, bro.
i need those roasty toasty magic jauns STAT.
ha.
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red, orange, and yellow sweet abby bell pepper bits, and red onion mince,
AND poblano dices?
that's the new new on my hemp-hearted, nootch-boosted,
GPOP'd turmeric and smoked paprika tofu scrambo,
which had the customary fried tomatoes and cilantro spranks too.
the rules are in place for our own satisfaction, man.
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AVO-EFFING-CADO, with sriracha pepper flakes?
that's how worthy warrior poets make sweet love to the morning, neighbors.
when you grow up, maybe you'll understand.
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that's all fine and good,
but,
the really real big-time main-stage headlining superstar is the toast.
obvi.
the 'batter' is a real stroke of eggless excellence,
and i'll give it to yo one more time:
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FRANÇIS TOAŞT MIX!
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1 cup of non-dairy milk;
1/2 tsp vanilla;
2 T nutritional yeast;
dash of salt;
cinnamon/nutmeg/allspice/ginger;
4 tsp ground chia/flaxmeal;
1 T chick pea flour;
2 T agave nectar;
1 T melted vegan butterish.
whisked well, and rested until the chia-flax combo blooms.
a lazy long-lasting dredge-and-soak with inch thick slabs of slightly stale sourdough,
and a HOT pan with a coconut oil/ earth balance combo will see you through.
that's sorcery at it's most succulent.
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and with banana slices on top?
YUM.
that's got breakfasty goodness going to eleven.
....something which only gets even crazier with kapowdered sugary sprankles,
AND real new hampshire maple syrup,
AND that strawberry compote on top.
i mean, seriously,
don't be a biscuit-licker and try to front like that's not colossally tasty.
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STRAWBERRY COMPOTE!!
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in a small saucepot, simmer:
2 cups sliced frozen strawbs;
1 T lemon juice;
1 tsp vanilla;
4 T powdered sugar;
1 tsp earth balance non-dairy butts;
3 T organic non-GMO cornstarch.
it'll get thick,
it'll be syrupy,
it'll smell better than you ever believed possible.
all of that will be a thing,
and you WILL add it to the tops of your toasts.
thank me later, but do it right NOW.
wu-TANG.
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my old friends are getting old.
another 'nother one turned forty today.
damn.
life got ancient while we were bust F*ing around.
i guess i don't mind, since we don't have much choice.
time travel generally only moves in the one direction, anyway.
and besides,
when it comes to me and my people,
most of us chose NOT to become old and busted,
even if old and busted seemed to squat in our bodies trying to claim some sort of residency.
hey, it happens.
and that's fine.
we're not going down the road of weak-kneed whines and gripes.
nobody cares about that,
and there's no good reason to indulge in it, anyhow.
instead,
we're plunging headlong and headstrong into the future,
with all the exuberance of youth,
and a solid disregard for all the wisdom we've accrued over all this time.
everything is as new as you'd like it to be,
as long as you keep looking at it that way;
never quiet, never soft.....
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