Wednesday, June 6


i wasn't gonna.
...but i did.
taco tuesday happened, again.
it had to, i s'pose: rules is rules, an' that.
i thought about taking it easy,
but instead i went hard, just like always.
that's my move, dudes.
i didn't even want tacos, and i wasn't even hungry...
but i still did the thing the way that i do,
and took tacos to eleven on that 1-10 chart.
i toasted some soft flour tortillas, to crisp 'em up,
but i do not ever ever ever F* with those crawnchy hard shell jauns.
that's a fact, and that's the truth, and that's non-negotiable.
y'better miss me with that bullsh!t, bro.
you can come through with some of THIS whenever you want:

no, for really-real.
look at this new hottness:

the tofu? spicy, smoky, sexxxy, and succulent.
the beans? hearty, savory, thiqqq, and rich.
that pico? so much lime and garlic, your face will melt (with satisfaction)!!
let's talk about those quick mixed pickled veggies, neighbors-
a radish, a couple carrots, red onion, and garlic,
all barely covered in apple cider vinegar, with a dash of salt and sugar,
and a generous squeeze of lime juice,
boiled up until soft, and served as the perfect compliment to all that taco magic.
the beans were on point, too-
a cup-ish of small reddish pinkish beans with a glug of olive oil on medium heat,
with scallions, and oregano and GPOP,
a scoop of fire-roasted tomato flakes, a punch of fresh cilantro...
how simple is that? how tasty is that?
well, it gets better-
because then you toss the whole thing in a fat spoonful of chipotle chili pepper powder,
and let it soak up all that sabor de soledad!
the tofu was fired up in a very very hot pan, man.
with GPOP, coriander, cumin, oregano, smoked hot paprika, black pepper, and lime juice.
seems simple enough, right? it IS.
one flip, and patience is all that's required.
then, a heavy heaping helping of ho'sauce.
i'm a texas pete man myself, so i loaded it on,
and let it sear itself onto each slab of that exxxta firm tofu.
i don't know how hungry you are, but i used half a block, and i ate it all, y'all.
too much is the right amount.
are those pepitas?
of course they are!
what do you think i am?
some kind of an A*-hole?
no way, josé.
on the ones, i gets it IN with the seeds, y'feel me?
olive oil, pumpkin pits, black pepper, sriracha flakes, and once they start to pop a bit?
they get glazed with agave and removed form the heat.
that's sprankle sorcery, and it made these tacos into something special af.
then there's lettuce, and purple cabbage, and that pico perfecto, too.
salt and peppery baby tomatoes, with red onion, garlic, cilantro, scallion, and lime.
you really can't eff it up.
but if you do?
get off the planet, kid; you're fired.
tacos are on the menu. they're on the schedule. they have a standing invitation.
they're very welcome and they're always appreciated.
i wasn't gonna, like i said, but i'm glad i did, and that's no joke.
if these clouds clear up,
me and my damned dumb dirty dog will be headed out into the trees.
it's cold enough that the bugs might not be out.
i'll take that as a sign of what kind of a day we're likely to have.
there's plenty to do.
there's no time for all of it, so we'll prioritize, and leave the rest alone.
if you're getting my attention, and i'm giving it to you,
that says a lot.
because i'm pressed for time and i'm pushed to the limits....
i'm grateful for the folks i want to span my days with,
and i'm just as grateful when they span 'em here with me.
it's all really happening, and that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....

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