Tuesday, December 18

TACO TUESDAY!

today is the day.
taco tuesday.
yup.
and i know that my brutally berserk baby-mama, breezy,
is a dedicated hard shell heroine,
so i tried to be accommodating,
and fire up some of those crawnchy bummers for us both.
uh-huh.
with an attitude of gratitude, as she was my comfort as i chilled myself silly
with sickness,
the least i could do was bundle up and activate some tacos, y'know?
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check 'em out:

WORD.
mine have softies wrapped around 'em like group hugs, bro.
yeah.
i'm a forever soft flour taco man,
so a double corn double-deckin' is out of character, but not wholly out of line-
the soft white corn suppleness supports those sh!t-A* snap-aparts perfectly,
essentially saving the day, and turning the whole thing into a manageable mess.
yeah.
that.
they had a LOT going on, too-
see:

too much is the right amount,
and if you're starting with too many tortillas, you're already on the right track.
so,
there's my signature refried beans,
with peppers and onions and nootch, GPOP, and a sh!tload of ho'sauce-
and seared soft sweet potato wedges-
long grain white rice, romaine, red cabbage, white onion, sweet tomatoes,
AVO-F*ING-CADO,
cilantro sprankles, radish, scallion, jalapeno, and salsa.
duders,
they're heavy-duty-
and by taco numero quatro?
they're just plain heavy-
feed a cold, though, am i right?
i dunno if that's really a thing, but feeding my face is definitely what i wanna do-
we toasted the crunchers first-
rules is rules apparently,
and got busy getting expert from there.
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we did our thing, and then she snugged me up while i sweat and shivered at the same time,
locked-up in my limbs with hard-style chills under three heavy blankets.
neighbors,
if you like being sick, you're a F*ing A*-hole, and that's no joke.
however,
when you're as sensitive to ingredients as i am?
two ibuprofen is basically the 'venom' that bane uses in batman comics-
i was fired up and ready to spin-kick the universe after thirty minutes.
...is that bad?
maybe.
but do i want to be collapsed in a small ball of beat-up bummerism?
nope.
so, it's two ore of those before work today, for sure.
it's tuesday, and time is running out for XI-mas preparations, bro.
i STILL haven't wrapped a damned thing,
and with five kids to care about this year, and MORE on the way,
the heaps and piles are impressively intimidating.
there's nothing left to do but to do it,
so as soon as those low-dose over-the-counter pain-relievers kick in,
i'mma have to get activated and get after it, huh?
yeah.
big chrizmiz is ON the menu, man;
never quiet, never soft.....

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