moroccan monday.

that's right, kids!
moroccan monday.
yeah.
because.....
i'd already had mexican on sunday,
but i still wanted to munch up on more cumin on monday.
that's a thing.
a new thing.
and a damned good thing, too.
neighbors,
we'll talk all about it,
but first check the teleport:

c'mon!
no.
i mean it- C'MON!!
all kinds of blops of brownish reddish orange hottness for our faces!
wordimus prime.
our buddies lemon and parsley made appearances throughout the evening.
i mean it.
all over the place, me and the flat leaf and the citrus were killin' it, softly.
there's aromatic chick pea and olive salad up top.
that's chopped tomatoes over red onions and tons of garlic,
with parsley, hot pepper, black pepper, smoked paprika, allspice, tarragon,
lemon juice, olive oil, g.p.o.p., and chick peas and olives, obvi.
yeah.
duders,
it's so good. and it made the whole house smell expert,
right up until the tajine started simmering.
tajine?
yeah.
tajine, like i said.
slow cooked sexiness, full of the most elite smells and flavors.
friends,
first i toasted up some already roasted cumin, and some turmeric,
and some cinnamon,
and a little coriander (just a hint), and some ground mustard seeds,
and g.p.o.p., until it all smelled so incredible,
i had to have it settle down a little tiny bit.
to that end,
i added some onion, and some garlic and some oil,
and let that hang out for a minute,
while i pureed a carrot, and some tomatoes, and a whole other onion,
and some bouillon, and much garlic together into a burly paste.
then i put that in the pot,
with some lentils, and some sweet potatoes, and some liquids-
like broth and lemon juice,
and once that cooked down to a succulent sauce,
i hit it with a punch of parsley and a slap of cilantro,
and let the activation carry the day.
that got plopped atop a home-fried flatbread, with two kinds of yeast,
fired up on the hottest skillet i had handy,
for that extra crispy outside,
and that soft cracked-peppery crumb that melts in your facehole.
yup.
i get it on.
and i get it going.
...and my buddy beau helped, too.
seriously.
he was the head mixer in charge over here, and that's no joke.
that's why the grain portion of the plate looks so rad.
wait....
is that couscous tabouleh??
it sure is, guys.
couscous is expert on it's own,
but when it gets taken to eleven,
and is used as an essential building block
of something even better?
uh-huh.
then the loudest freshest hardest action is underway,
and it all happens right here, in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress kitchen.
soooooo good.
toasted almonds,
cukes,
so much parsley,
scallions,
lemon zest, and lemon juice, and olive oil.....
basically,
it's perfect.
and it meant that moroccan monday was a success.
***********
the small parts.
y'know?
they make the biggest impact.
i did six tattoos yesterday.
families,
all together,
all staring at me,
all staring at their peoples gettin' zapped on.
it was a lot to stay focused on the ,
and work the room,
and plan a meal,
and get the heck outta there before yet another 'nother crew of whomevers
wanted a whole other complete set of familial skin zips to tie them all together.
jeez.
monday night took forever to show up,
and then the grocery store took even longer to get through,
and by the time i got to where i needed to be?
it was dark out.
and in the dark,
the rain came, hard.
and when it's rainy and dark,
i'm asleep, hard and fast.
so,
the evening ended abruptly in the embrace of oblivion,
and i guess that's the best i could've hope for.
at any rate,
it's the best i got.
more of most of it is all really happening, again, today.
there's just so much;
never quiet, never soft.....