gravy makes it better.

i thought i was making properly proportioned plates.
y'know?
like,
a normal quantity of all the ingredients.
i should've listened to myself, neighbors.
the bread was too thin to hold it all together.
too many oats and not enough flour,
or something like that.
whatever the reason,
the stuffed sandwich magic must've been mistcast,
because it backfired badly,
and became openfaced fury for our faces.
luckily,
all the shredded carrots and pea shoots didn't render the really realness
of a whole lot of fat beige bits useless and tasteless and weak.
i mean it.
check the teleport:

fat fried potato slices, in a sandwich?
you're damned right, duders.
and when they're complementing caramelized red onions,
and sauteed shiitake jauns?
so expert.
and that's before factoring in those cornmeal-crusted seitan slabs.
and gravy, kids.
gravy over everything.
mmmmm.
the gravy is the glue that really held it all together.
i should pay more attention when my intentions
start getting responsible ion the kitchen.
the rules clearly state- too much IS the right amount.
maybe my manly dinnertime sandwich business would've been more successful
if i'd managed to make more of most of the stuff on the stove.
that's probably a real thing.
sure,
it had to get munched up on with a fork;
and yeah,
the pieces that wouldn't fit at first all got eaten up too.
i mean, c'mon.
we're not gonna wimp out on shark-style gluttony if it is right there,
staring at us through crisp potatoey circles, are we?
no way.
***********
the days are slipping away, again.
that's serious time travel.
when friday shows up and you don't remember wednesday?
yikes.
car rides and travel overlaps and family togetherness, though.
that's the stuff that helps it all flow smoother into the future.
i've got two kids here.
big kids, really.
yeah.
harvest and maple are finally in the woodsly goodness with me.
that's the bright spot.
dear ol' dad gets a tiny minute to appreciate the people he made.
it's been a while.....
so, for the first time all summer,
i'm really stopping what i'm doing,
and i'm soaking it up and savoring it;
never quiet, never soft.....