the perfect storm of time trials, miles, and meals is upon us.
it's mutha-F*ing sandwich week!
and it's also the fryeburg fair week!
WOOOOOOOORD.
it's a double-troublesome test of manhood,
for eight incredible days in a row;
and if you're wondering who's mans is THIS??!
well,
this that's a trick question, because i'm not just your mans an' them,
i'm also Y'BOI!.....yeeeeeah, boi!!!
hahaha.
dudes,
i can't believe how much hottness is about to exxxplode all over october.
and i won't let little bitty baby issues like sleeping and working interfere
with all the pre-hallowe'en hottness that's about to pop off
into the aether of my Folk Lively woodsly goodsly autumnal spirit and memory jauns.
y'feel me?
hell yes. you'd better be on board with getting rad at all times,
because too much is the right amount,
and that's the initial offering from the jump this month.
...from there, i'd imagine we're going to go past the borders of good sense,
good taste, and good feelings, to the outer edges of uncountable, unaccountable
warrior poetry in motion.
holy sh!t.
i don't even know what that means, but i'm prety sure it's a thing.
and while we're speaking of the jump off,
you KNOW i said the most magical mumma-humpin' mantra this morning.
uh-huh.
rules is rules,
and who can afford not to cultivate coincidental instances of concentrated good fortune?
A*-holes, probably-
but not me, bro,,,nope.
i'm not about to leave much to chance while the haunted happenings of this
amazing month are set to delight and excite with their scents, and sounds, and sights.
GUYS!!!
i said the thing you say, and i said it with precise pronunciation, out loud, at volume:
rabbit! rabbit!!
yuuuuuuuuup.
that's day one etiquette for excellence in expertism.
it's all really happening,
and it started at the stroke of midnight with a stroke of genius-
i'm simply going to have to hyperactivate the shark-gluttony,
and start crushing lunchtime sandwiches for sandwich week,
and falafels from the fair for supper.
so,
it looks like even later nights, and an overabundance of bread-baking
are now the objectives for the next week+.
that's cool.
achieving is pretty neat,
but it's really overachieving that i believe in.
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...for example,
i needed dinner.
i needed my obligatory instagram picture,
because i've been ON it all year,
and it'd be bad luck to eff it up right before the BIG action, right?
right.
so i fired up my stand mixer,
and beat up a batch of semi-semolina pizza dough.
that's how you do it, when you're determined to doo-doo that freaky sh!t, neighbors.
mmhmmm.
the oven preheats while the dough rises,
and while both of those things are underway,
you're over here frying tiny thai eggplants;
and caramelizing onions;
and whisking more nootch into a cashew-garlic underchee' base;
and so on......
what you get is some new hottness that rocks all available socks right off.
teleport:
AUTUMNAL AF, SON!!!
seitan-broth-braised butternut squash?!
expert.
dried cranberries??!
expert.
tomatoes, parsley, baby kale, and fire-roasted 'mato spranx???!
expert.
how about those fried garlic sprankles for added awesome!!
yes, yes, y'all.
there are protocols in place for a reason.
nobody wants weak-sauce watery diaperbuttbabyhead pizza, do they?
ew.
those people are NOT invited.
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the thing about pizza is that it's just about always great.
this crust was about 1/3 semolina flour, with a pinch of exxxtra wheat gluten,
a dash of sugar,
and both olive oil and vegan butterish....
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QUICK DOUGH!
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1 1/2 cups flour;
2/3 cup semolina flour;
2 tsp salt;
2 tsp sugar;
2 T olive oil;
2 T earth balance butterpats;
> 1 cup warm water w/ 2 tsp bread machine yeast stirred and bloomed.
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a stand mixer smash-up for about five minutes was all it needed,
and while it was rising for the first fifteen,
the onions and garlic were doing their thing elsewhere.
finge-pinched and hand-spread on a grandma pan,
i had the sicily-essence spraying out into the atmosphere.
that's a vibe, man.
and it only bakes for like fifteen minutes on convection, at 480℉
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friends,
i had cashew-garlic chee' thinned with non-dairy milk, and a punch of nootch,
as the base.
daiya chee' on top of that-
then onions, squash, GPOP'd and pan-fried thai eggplants,
sliced sweet tomatoes,
those cranz'stons,
and the garlic-
post bake, the kale and the parsley turned up the fresh and the bright,
and that was dope.
pizza, friends.
i love pizza.
and while i'd normally say love will tear us apart (again),
it's pizza that's the bomb that'll keep up together.
shoutouts to the new-wave goth sh!t.
if you know, then you'll likely appreciate how october that really is.
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it's all too much to handle,
but it's all right here in our faces.
two eight day weeks,
but no eight day weaks.
recognize;
never quiet, never soft.....
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