mexican mondays.

and so it goes, friends.
another monday,
another mexican dinnertime.
this time,
it was just beau and i,
macho manly meal monsters,
getting fatter and fatter on some new hottness.
that's a thing.
and another thing that's also a thing?
yeah-
we didn't eat until eight thirty p.m.
without a plan,
and with sauces being concocted,
and then enduring the resultant sauteing and simmering?
yep.
it takes time and then it takes some more time.
luckily,
we had nowhere to be,
and nothing but hunger driving us onward.
that's good stuff, neighbors;
at least,
it is if you're a werewolfen warrior poet,
enduring the agues of full-moonliness,
and it's inherent epic animalistic appetite.
word up.
primal needs are the ones that get the best results.
i mean it.
i had a bestial bellyache for beans and rice an' sh!t-
and with enough ingredients available,
we pulled it off in the end.
truth.
taking forever didn't seem so terrible,
since we were talking while i was inventing extras and specials
for our watering mouths to get stuffed with.
long nights, hard times, harder styles,
and hang outs with homeboys?
sometimes,
that's just what we need.
and it all ended up working out better than you'd have guessed.
heck,
just see for yourselves...
check the mexicano-manicotti-type teleport:

enchilada activation!
listen up, kids-
those muthas were incredible.
they get steamed in a brothy gravy!
that's a thing,
and with homestyle ranchero sauce on top?
c'mon.
there's custom refried beans,
a slap of tofu-cashew-nootch notzerella chee' stuff,
a hearty handful of homemade heroic vegan roast,
and a scant scattering of scallions,
rolled in flourtortilla,
and more chee' smeared on top.
F*ing expert.
black eyed peas with seitan sprankles, shallots,
garlic forever and ever by the bulbful, and some select spices,
because protein is good and black eyes are tough.
the sides are designed to add depth and breadth to the main event.
are you wondering if that is a big ol' blop of salsa verde, from scratch?
obviously.
i cooked it up special,
because i just couldn't bring myself to shave a few minutes with jar sauce.
real talk...
wait?
what?
oh,
well, clearly,
that's arroz amarillo, with black olives and avocado!!!
and yeah, it's all on a wrap-uppable leaf of lettuce,
with a crunchy slice or four of jicama.
that's good for you, i think.
yep.
heavy?
very.
tasty?
even more than it was heavy.
full bellies and empty evenings.
the struggle is real, folks.
beau did the dishes,
and he ddn't take it easy on 'em at all-
he washed the sh!t outta those pots and pans like he was trying
to undermine a third world dictatorship on an economic level.
that's for serious.
oh!
and we had smoothies, too.
a quart of strawberrries,
a tray's worth of crushed ice,
a cup of pineapple juice,
a generous dousing of sweetened key lime juice,
with crema de coconut for the ultimate in flavorbombing!
yeah.
it was expert.
...really.
check the teleport:

mmmmmm.
we treat ourselves well,
but only at mealtime,
and only so we can hate ourselves for overindulging
almost immediately afterwards.
too much is the only way,
and the wrench is the only choice.
if we aren't breaking something,
then we aren't fixing it.
creative destruction in full effect.
it's just how it has to happen;
never quiet, never soft.....