because that's not exactly right, is it?
hey guys, i'm just thinking about last night's dinnertime hottness.
it had all the elements of excellence that i required after a long busy day.
there was bread and lots of vegetables, plenty of garlic,
and even a little baby bit of crushed red peppery sprankles.
all the things i wanted, i had on hand, and used with precision.
..and like i'm sayin', it was toast with stuff on it,
or as they call that around some parts: CROSTONE!
crusty jauns for full-frontal facial flavorification!
check the teleport:
allll the things.
homemade pan-toasted sprouted wheat sourdough bread on the bottom,
with exxxtra-virgin olive oil, on a bed of arugula.
good bread makes better people,
and bitter greens make life sweeter.
there's wilted baby spinach by the blopful-
green bunches of earthy goodness, heated up to maxxximize the nutrient accessibility.
seared sauteed baby bella mushrooms?
F* yes. thick, meaty mycos, with a little pink salt,
and just a touch of Garlic Powder and Onion Powder to activate more big mama umami.
fried garlic sliver spranks keep it crunchy, crisp, and molto tasty,
and keep the vampires out of the equation, too.
that's one full clove per slice of bread, kids.
too much is the right amount, and that's no joke.
LOOK closer, please:
blackened tomatoes are always better than bullsh!t raw ones.
and that's why i char 'em every time.
who wants worse tomatoes?
only an A*-hole would entertain that idea,
and that ain't me.
a little teeny baby coupla craxxx of fresh black pepper,
and these bad boys were ready to devour.
well, yeah, of course i drizzled the garlic oil on top.
i'm not some amateur hour idiot, neighbors.
take it easy.
gone in a flash? shark-gluttonously.
that's kind of the thing about your infinite nature-
you are who you are,
and you do what you do.
you get a choice, naturally, but really, the choice is shaped by your bias,
which is in place from experience.
one in front of another, a sequential series of overlapping interlocking events
that form the basis of your behavior.
you don't think that's real?
good luck with that line of thinking.
a month ago,
alcoholism took my girlfriend right out of my life.
she didn't die or anything, but she's still gone af.
three and a half weeks ago, my ol' man actually kicked the bucket,
and his life was truncated by drugs and alcohol, too.
may was NOT the merry month it was made out to be at the onset,
it all really happened,
and i learned a bunch about myself, my affection and my attachments,
and my obligations,
and my capacity to both love and hate.
that's a lot to look at within yourself,
and it took a bit for that to stop kicking my A*.
as june looms on the horizon,
and the imminent arrival of summertime's big, hot, deluxxxe dopeness hangs out
within a hand's breadth of reach-
i'm wondering what the new NEW hottness is gonna be made out of
while i doo-doo all the freaky sh!t that summertime's busy business brings to the area.
opportunity is all around me,
and encumberances are precious few at the moment.
i've got crabtree, of course, but he's my downtown walkaround homeboy,
even if the walking and homeboy parts are negotiable minute to minute.
unlike these splay-toed fried-toad turds around here,
i've got the ✖straight edge✖,
and i've still got that P.M.A.
i'm keeping my composure,
i'm keeping busy at AMPERSAND TATTOO,
and i'm keeping it really real in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress test kitchen, as well.
there's always so much to do,
so there's nothing for it, but to do it.
this is What Is at this moment,
and i'm pretty grateful for this path i'm traveling;
never quiet, never soft.....