MEXICAN MONDAY!

i'm behind the times.
mexican monday was two days ago,
and i'm just now getting around to telling you all the things you already know-
like:
tacos are dope.
soft flour tortillas are the best, and therefore the only aceptable ones.
ho'sauce is your friend.
homemade seitan is expert.
and too much is the right amount.
uh-huh.
you already know.
i just said that.
but,
when you combine all the stuff,
and you set it up properly,
you still get all the hottness for your face,
and even if you knew it was coming atcha,
you can't help but get psyched about it anyway.
check the teleport:

experté TACOS EXXXPLOSIVO!!!
dudes,
seitan with onions, poblano strips, and orange sweet baby bell pepper rings-
activated with oregano, cumin, coriander, GPOP, nootch, smoked paprika, cayenne,
black pepper, and finished with scallion and cilantro?
softened and seasoned with a heavy handed squeeze of fresh lime?
WORD.
lemme ask y'all:
are you the type of person who tosses spices together with reckless abandon?
are you unlikely to measure with precision, preferring to let the force guide you?
do you eff with ingredients on the fly, in media res, just because it feels right?
...me too!!
i can't remember the last time i regulated my taco experience in any manner whatsoever.
i had four tortillas, so i made four tacos.
i had jasmine rice and turmeric and peppers of both the hot and sweet varieties,
so i made arroz amarillo.
c'mon, man, it's not science, it's rudimentary food creation.
it's like this:
what do you have?
what does that make?
....make that
right?
riiiiiiight!
and yellow rice, with red onion, and cilantro, spices, and salt is good stuff.
again,
there's a recipe somewhere,
but i'm out here on some shake-and-tap add-ins,
which seem to work out great when it's suppertime at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
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my full-time dinnerguest, kayla, loooooves black beans.
which means that when it's time to pick what kind of beans,
we're not ever really picking anymore....
but, i don't live by frijoles alone, neighbors-
i added white corn, and red onion, and jalapeno, and ho-ho-ho'sauce,
plus chipotle pepper powder, and a few exxxtra spices,
just to be sure i wasn't getting stuck in the rut worn out by black bean doldrums.
nice.
-
radishes are crisp and spicy. i like that.
tomatoes are soft and juicy. i like that too.
cucumbers and crawnchy and cool. that's pretty likable.
jalapenos are front-of-your-face bright and spicy. me gusta.
lime-wilted purple carrots and cabbage are tart and firm and toothsome. i like, i like.
and that cashew-tofu-garlic crema drizzled on top?
I LIKE THAT SH!T, TOO.
friends,
i don't put stuff i don't like on my tacos.
that's dumb, and only a stoopidhead would do that to themselves.
...that ain't me, bro.
a few pea shoots, green onion, AND cilantro leaf sprankles for the win?
OBviously.
i don't want weak-A* flimsy skinny sucktarded tacos.
i want glorious and victorious gargantuan fan-tasty fold-overs from the future.
so that's what i make.
i guess i'm belatedly bragging about how good my monday night repast was, huh?
i can accept that.
i hope y'all were at least as involved in any taco tuesday festivities yesterday.
if not, there's always world-cuisine wednesday to make up for lost time.
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and speaking of lost time-
there are only two days until my sweet 16/X-mas sojourn to the center
of southern new england commences.
fortunately/unfortunately,
it's likely to be less than 24 hours of bloodline bloodletting before i'm back home
up in the woodsly goodness, tending to my terrier.
yup.
the christmas spirit doesn't extend to my one and only non-stop companion,
and as such,
his demanding daily routine needs constant maintainance,
with or without the calendar designating this weekend as a holiday epicenter
of intensive family overlapping.
or, as we affectionately call it where i'm from:
the random short-fuse terror attack gauntlet.
instead of getting caught in the crosshairs,
i'm roundtrippin' in world-record time,
back and forth from here to here, with a tiny bit of there in between,
which is to say my kid's sixteenth berfday party-time cake and candles fun-festival.
yup.
and the, quick as you like,
me and my damned dumb deaf dog reunite for the big days,
and who knows?
maybe we will eat christmas mornin' oatmeal in our jammies,
before we take a long walk (just like we always do)
to exercise our legs and occupy our minds,
prior to an unappreciated look inside his stocking.
(he's got a few presents in there, for sure)
on the real,
i'm his whole family,
and that means i'm 100% of his support system.
therefore,
i'm on self-destructive shark-bullet supervision duty,
because rules is rules,
and when you've got a special dog, with special needs,
and intricate requirements of routine and reaction,
you do the right thing,
which in this case is to fulfill your obligation to the least-independent link in your chain,
and essentially eat the metaphorical sh!t that attaches itself to the decision.
it's a dirty dog's life, dudes-
crabtree carries on, blissfully unaware of what day it is,
and i drive back and forth and back and forth and back again,
for a sort of IX-X-XImas countdown to blastoff.
there will be maple and harvest time,
and then there will be harvest and maple time,
but what there won't be is enough time.
however,
i'm grateful for what i get,
because some is a lot more than NONE.
heck,
i'm even grateful for my little bull-headed bull-in-a-china-shop-terrier, too.
he may be a speedbump in this holiday season,
but he's also my every freakin' day and night homeboy on non-holidays,
which just so happen to comprise the majority of the year, btw.
essentially,
this is the first time in ages that i'm having two distinct holiday moments,
one warrior poetic one;
and then one louder, and fresher, with the kids.
it's all really happening,
and i s'pose that's just going to have do;
never quiet, never soft.....