more sandwiches.

thai thursdays.
that's a thing.
i guess that's why this happened:

yep.
rules is rules.
yellow curry sandwiches.
coconut crusted tofu,
yellow pepper and sweet onion,
custom coconut curry sauce,
crunchy small salad greens,
and sriracha.
what is it you get when all that gets together?
you get the F* outta here if you don't wish you had some.
word up.
i'm just saying-
it's mutha-'ucking sandwich week.
and these sandwiches had a lot of appropriate adjectives applied:
simple;
elegant;
messy as heck;
delicious;
wet.
yeah.
even a buttered and browned ciabatta bread bun
couldn't absorb that sloppy turmeric-tinted curry.
it was everywhere.
yellow fingers and yellow mustache and yellow everything.
i'll bet my guts are getting dyed as i type.
yikes.
y'know what though, neighbors?
it's all worth it.
even when i don't feel like cooking.
or cleaning,
which, for the record,
beau actually handily handled before bouncing off in his new blue buick.
thai thursdays are our thing,
so, naturally, he was present and accounted for.
two sandwiches and the exact number of ingredients,
and too much sauce.
there's plenty of extra, for activating little somethin's here and there.
i like when i can add it in to other other jauns later on.
i'd rather have it and not need it, than need it and find myself lacking.
i doo-doo that overpreparedness-type sh!t.
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tattooing roses,
in different styles,
all dang day long?
yeah.
that happened.
and when i've got to try and converse with reticent and recalcitrant juggalos?
it never goes all that well.
so,
i needed extra fuel to maintain my one-sided motormouth conversations,
since i got no answers at all for hours other than 'i don't know'.
i mean it.
who doesn't know what they're good at,
or their favorite ice cream flavor,
or their favorite dinosaur?
like pulling teeth, trying to chat it up was become yesterday.
lucky for me,
i'd planned ahead,
and produced a vegan homemade roast, garlic hummus, carrot and lettuce
whole wheat really-really-everything burnt bagel sandwich.
check the teleport:

i saved my own day with a mouth-roof-shredding savage salt-crystal calamity.
and it was totally worth the grated palette to shark-attack that treat
midway through the rose marathon.
all my clients, all gettin' roses, all or 'em different an' that.
that clearly calls for a sandwich, am i right?
no?
what do you mean no?
well,
it got a sandwich, and it did the trick,
so,
i'm pretty sure i am right.
jeez.
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and now,
here at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
it's breakfast time.
mmmhmmmm.
and breakfast calls for a sandwich, i think.
oh, c'mon.
you know it does.
check the stacks-on-stacks-type-teleport:

tofu and vegenaise and tomato and pink-baconic slices,
and more of that, on a muffin, friends.
it's good for me.
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damn, duders-
sandwich week takes no prisoners.
the relief of knowing what's coming every day, however,
is a welcome respite from the daily grind.
i'm freakin' it off with breads and stuffs and that's a good reason to get gladdened.
so i'm gladdening.
that's real.
otherwise,
everything might actually never be all that great.
and i find that kind of horrifying.
therefore,
i'm getting amped up on sandwiches,
and i'm getting amped up on ampersands,
and i'm getting amped up on ampoules and echoes inside 'em with activated amplitude.
there's lots of amping,
and that's the best part.
and also sandwiches;
never quiet, never soft.....