hmmm?
oh.
mexican monday.
yeah!
(it's a thing.)
and this time,
there was already homemade uber-lime guacamole,
courtesy of amber and her avocado activation.
expert.
and she cut up a batch of corn tortillas, too.
they'd had some extensive battle-damage and due to the structural
destruction of their circular shape,
they weren't going to make it to the taco party.
becoming chips was probably their destiny all along.
it ended up that way, so i sorta hope so.
anyway,
i did one of those huge shopping trips that fill the cart to the brim.
i had to.
i was running low on four kinds of sugar.
that's real.
while i was there,
i scoopled up a bunch of bits and pieces for my monday night tradition, too.
i mean,
sure,
i popped a custom vegan roast in the oven waaay earlier in the a.m.,
and i had whole homemade tub of tofu-cashew-nootch chee' blended up
before breakfast ever got steeped and toasted, too.
oh!
and there was a plate of pastry dough relaxing in the fridge as well.
prep work is important, neighbors.
it saves time when you've got your mise en place in F*ing full effect.
that's no joke.
why pastry dough?
because empanadas.
wordimus prime.
check the teleport:
a baby enchilada?
yup.
refried magic beans, giant-beanstalk-style;
and fat splats of fancy chee' filling;
and vegan roast strips;
and cilantro and scallions and some spinach for vitamins an' that.
gravy-soaked and steam-bath baked under even more chee'
and two kinds of sauces?
that's getting expert taken to eleven-
and that's just one item on that plate!
pastry crusted mini pies are so cute, kids.
i mean it.
empanadas are such little fancy mutha-F*ers.
diced vegan roast, with shallots and minced poblano peppers,
and so many spices all stirred in,
on a thin sheen of chee', with a few sprigs of fresh leafy treats strewn about,
folded over and fork-crease-sealed up,
before being baked alongside those enchiladas,
and then served with a custom red stove-top simmered empanada salsa,
for the ultimate eating experience.
yeah.
diced garlic-infused tomatoes and white onion, pureed before stewing,
and scallions, and whole leaf cilantro, and two kinds of peppers,
plus black pepper, and salt, and lime.
totally yum4tum time in this kitchen while that was cookin'.
yeah.
that guac' was hanging out, but getting decimated hard by my houseguests.
i scoopled that onto my plate to ensure i got some.
that's how good it was.
it almost didn't survive to the main course!
wow.
get a closer look, friends:
but that's a big ol' mound of red beans and spanish rice over there too.
no big thing.
....except that's not some weak-A* box mix jauns.
it's customized long grain rice and broth, with smoky paprika,
and smoky sea salt, and liquid smoke, and chipotle ho' sauce,
in addition to all the everyday spanish-ricey stuffs stuffed in there-
just to make sure to make it ahumado all the way to the future.
yuuuuuup.
i even want my simple sides to be a special treat.
you're okay with that, aren't you?
yeah.
i mean,
c'mon,
i'm not some basic diaperbaby reppin' weak-sauce all day.
no way, jose.
i'm on that time-spanning kitchen-wizardry and professional participation action.
waitaminit....
what's what?
oh.
that.
a bowlful of orange-colored cashew crema, mexican style,
for overactivating the empanadas.
mmmmmmmm.
roasted cumin, and paprika, and turmeric, and black pepper,
and oregano, and cinnamon.
it tastes like pure mexico, kids.
i mean it.
and a dip or dos into it takes those half-pies to the moon and back.
we know the right ways to make the magic happen,
and we have the means to enact all the right spells for a spell or two.
time gets taken,
and time gets spent,
and time gets spanned,
and all of it is exactly what is supposed to happen.
that's expert.
huh?
now what?
oh.
i know, i know, i KNOW.
there are strawberry sodas hanging out over there too.
i figured you'd ask about 'em eventually.
fine.
check the teleport:
and crushed-up fresh strawberries, with extra sweet lime,
and just a hint of vanilla make for some sparkling smooth fruity fizzmastery.
that's real.
*
i made these enchiladas smaller, and better,
so i could fit more of them in the pan than the last time,
and like them even better, too.
the way i figure it:
too much is the right amount...
so three pastels con salsa,
and one baked tube of megaton bean bombin',
plus beans and rice,
and chips and guacamole,
with a side of crema,
and a sip of soda is a sure-fire turbo-charged feast
fit for our shark-gluttonous faces to try to fit into our cavernous bellyholes.
get it?
we overdo it, or we don't do it.
that's the way that warrior poets practice self-indulgent sustenance.
if you aren't gettin' forever crazy with it,
you might as well give up.
box-mix b!tchbaggery is for jerks,
and that's the truth.
homemade hottness with hungry comrades-in-arms.
time is ours for the eating;
never quiet, never soft.....
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