i had dennis, dylan, AND ian,
plus my new homie marcus,
a few consultations,
a client with a looong tattoo appointment, and her friends,
all hanging out all day at AMPERSAND TATTOO.
and y'know what?
it was F*ing awesome.
yeah.
like,
the warm-hearted avocado-hued fresh-to-death just-be-dope-imbued hotspot
for competent and capable creation, communication, and cooperation
really seemed to be firing on all cylinders, whatever that means.
it was good.
and i was grateful.
valentine's day with people i care about is a decent silver medal, i s'pose.
although, you still won't catch me giving any sh!ts about the olympics.
that's not my area, kids.
do y'wanna know what IS my boomfire specialty though?
go ahead- guess....
hmm?
did you just say pizza?
damn, dudes, you really DO know me pretty well.
yes.
pizza.
y'heard?
i saiiiiiiiiid: PEE EYE ZEE ZEE AYY!!!
and there ain't no party like a vegan pizza party,
because a vegan pizza party, in a drug-free household,
with only my buddy ian, and crabtree the dog around,
is basically no party,
but rather a heroic, platonic, hetero-shark-gluttonous feeding-frenzy.
but,
i still went hard on the cute sh!t, because valentine's day is good for you.
teleport:
HEART PIZZA IS MY LOVER!
dudes,
that's my semi-semolina standard,
upgraded and activated with half a cup of very active sourdough starter,
and really proofed like the troof from the floor to the roof.
wordimus prime.
it rose like a phoenix in the hot oven, bro.
thickness is key to good sourdough pizza crust.
it gets crackery if it's too thin.
lucky for me,
i enjoy crawnch as much as the next guy,
so that circle pizza was doing just fine.
i'll take an exxxtra pie for my face anytime.
-
guys!
i think you're not fully aware about the exxxcitement that is required right now-
HEART PIZZA!
HEART PIZZA!!
HEART PIZZA!!!
...because obviously i heart pizza.
awwwwww.
and even the fresh from-scratch-made sausageronis were cut into hearts.
that's what you DO, if you're a hopeless romantic,
and a mandatory celebrant of sentimentality.
my absentee affectionada, kayla, was sorely missed,
and also, she sorta seems to have missed out.
but then again,
i'm in an icy arctic winterscape,
and she's F*ing around in sunny southern california.
(if you'd had a slice of this, though, i think you'd have agreed
that i actually am doing pretty great, all things considered)
the thing of it is,
i made that heart pretty big.
and the sausages, in order to be cut into hearts, were also pretty big.
so, it was a large pizza.
of course, that's NOT a problem.
too much is the right amount,
which is never more true than when referring to radical expert vegan pizza.
real talk.
there's crushed tomatoes, followed by slow-cooked thin-sliced caramelized onions,
daiya mozzarella chee', baby bella mushroom slices,
and that elite 'roni....
naturally, there are fried garlic sprankles all over it.
i mean. c'mon, kiddo-
rules IS rules.
tell you what-
the dough recipe, which can be found here, when improved with the sourdough starter,
has a depth of flavor i appreciated to my core,
and then enoyed more and more with every slice.
yup.
the mushrooms were subtle, 0% slimy, 100% rich in flavor,
and totally invigorating my nutrient receptors.
that last part is an assumption.
the onions are forever the best. carmies have the pizza essence dialed in,
and anyone who says otherwise is misinformed, and very likely a F*ing sociopath.
avoid them at all costs.
-
i've said it before, but i believe in reinforcement through repetition:
chop up your daiya chee' shreds. i'm not playin'. do it.
you'll be so grateful when the ooey gooey meltiness is increased by mathematical margins.
mmmhmmmmm.
-
the arugula was a good call, y'all.
just sayin', it looks like the sexxxiness, and it tastes like the sexxxiness,
and pizza with the sexxed-up presentation counts for double-points...
*
and then i freaked it off on this classic jaun:
BRUSSIES, CARMIES, SAUSAGIANS!
and also baby sweet tomatoes and arugula and fried garlic spranksies,
plus crushed tomatoes and that mincey little daiya...
all the sausage pieces around the heart cut-outs were crumbled, fried, and spread around this
littler thinny-thin-thin skin of sourdough circularity.
yummmmmm.
the brussels sprouts were braised in broth,
and seared in a skillet, and they always melt in your mouth after a 480℉ convection cycle.
the tomatoes get soft, but not mushy, whereas the onions get almost ethereal in the oven.
i LOVE pizza, and i could eat it every single day.
heck, who knows, i may just call an audible on the field,
and declare sometime soon a pizza week.
don't think for a second that's out of the realm of possibilities.
when it comes to pizza partying: what-what say-what-say-what?
ANYthing could happen.
and that's no joke.
***********
now that valentine's day has come and gone,
the rest of this month is basically bullsh!t.
yuck.
its still cold, and will be for some time.
it's getting lighter, but not enough to do nighttime things that are any good.
school vacations begin tomorrow,
so this whole area is about to get flooded with A*bags and d!ckturds from away,
who'll clog and congest and infest every restaurant gas station coffee shop
and grocery store for the next couple of weeks.
just in time to continue this februarian tradition of hard styles.
i'm doing two and half weeks without my sweetheart,
and i'll do two more with bitter buttfaces taking up all the peace and quiet.
it's a study in extremes,
and i'm extremely unimpressed;
never quiet, never soft.....
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