Thursday, May 30

TOO MANY

is eight medium sized pancakes too many?
maybe.
but then again, maybe not.
but, if you add a couple of roasted potatoes, the is it too much?
yeah.
and that's a good thing.
right?
you know the rules:
too much is the right amount.
i was all over the place yesterday.
i think the heavyweight platter of powerful breakfast nutrients
is all that saw me through any of it.
thank goodness for all those flapjacks, neighbors.
look:

MMMMMMMMM.
dudes,
i sizzled 'em up in lots of vegan butter.
yes, that's what i did.
actually, coincidentally, i hadn't added any fat to 'em anyway.
...that was by accident, but with a happy ending.
these rough 'cakes were exceptionally delicious, though.
that's no joke.
here's what i did to make 'em happen:
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GRIDDLEJAXXX!
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in a medium metal aesthetically lovely mixing bowl, combine:
2/3 cup king arthur flour;
1/4 tsp sea salt;
1 tsp bakey soda;
2 tsp baking kapowder;
1 1/2 tsp vanilla;
3 T real maple syrup;
1/3 cup coarse oatflour;
3 T thick rolled oats;
3 T coarse-ground unsweetened unsulphured coconut meal;
1 cup unsweetened vanilla coconut-almond milk.
whisk it up and rest it for fifteen minutes.-
heat up a skillet to medium-high heat,
and add a pat or tow or three of vegan butter for each batch of 'cakes you make.
yeah, man.
they got pretty bubbly pretty quick, and that oat-matric of hearty, tasty, grainy hottness
held up to the heat like a champion.
they're golden,
they're sorta heavy, but not dense.
they're buttery as heck.
they're totally expert and that's a great thing.
hmm?
yeah.
i guess i knew i was gonna have a lot of feelings.
so i ate them all up in advance.
with exxxtra butter and even MORE real new hampshire maple syrup.
...........and a couple of potatoes, for added emphasis on emotional ingestion.
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ROASTY BREKKIE POTATOES!
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get yourself some parchment.
and a baking sheet, and put the former on the latter.
turn your oven up to 450℉....it doesn't have to be preheated,
the potatoes will roast as it gets hotter.
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wedge up a couple of spuds.
i used a russet and a red-skin jaun.
toss 'em into a mixin' bowl,
with 1 T olive oil;
1/4 tsp ea Garlic Powder and Onion Powder;
1/4 tsp smoked paprika;
1/4 tsp turmeric;
pink salt and fresh cracked black pepper.
get 'em all coated up, and arrange 'em nicey-nice on that papered tray.
then just let 'em get hot and crissspy in the oven.
they're done when the whole house smells like perfect potato power,
and the tips are jusssssst a baby bit darker than the golden centers.
i mean, unless you like 'em burnt.
then jus bake 'em longer. duh.
c'mon man.
don't be dumb.
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so, starches and carbs are what i crave.
discomfort food is all i need, nerds.
the more i have of them,
the more i'm held down by a weighted blanket on my interior.
and when you've got a heavy heart, what's better than a heavy breakfast to slowly
digest over a thousand years, like the muh-fuhh'n sarlacc, boi?
ha!
i doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
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is there even a sun anymore?
i dunno.
it came out twice this year, and that was cool.
i had the flippin' heat on last night.
the heat!
it's late may, man;  and that's SOOO lame.
but it is also SOOO cold.
and i can't hang out with that.
don't fret- i'll be just as bummed when it's hot as hell all summer too.
it's the infinite nature of the dissatisfied to want MORE always.
i understand it with every atom in my body,
as they share electrons with the outside world,
trading off their energies in every direction in search of something better.
nature wins.
every time, no matter what.
and i'm just allowing the elements of my endless composition to behave according
to the secret universal plan that was etched into the billions of nuclear centers
from cells to structural molecules and so on...
i'm a lover and a fighter and a maker and a taker and a breaker and a baker
and a builder and a wrecker....
i know of just about one other person who shares the same intensity,
and when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object,
you know what happens right?
EVERYTHING;
never quiet, never soft.....

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