spicy noods

not having to cook is especially expert 
when the food you're served is totally delicious.
almost any food that gets made for you specifically should be appreciated,
but when it's ready,
and it's hot,
and it's super spicy,
and it has the big thickness-style noodoos,
and the sexy garnishes, too?
c'mon.
if you can't hang out with elite dinner activation,
you have GOT to be kidding me,
because you're obviously an A*-hole.
and that's no joke.
check the homecoming-to-spicy-noodoos-type teleport:

yeah!
neighbors,
the limes, though.
you gotta squeeeze 'em all over the top of everything.
that takes it to eleven, for sure.
i love brussels sprouts,
and i love seitan,
and i love those wicked wheaten ropes of slithery asia-time spaghetti, too.
plus,
i get excited about there being so many small green pieces
of vital vegetation hiding in there,
especially when all of them have heat and crunch and nutrients aplenty.
mmmmmmmmmmm.
super spicy jauns with all the hot peps and ho' sauce are precisely
what i needed to nose-run and lip-burn my face off
after a very long day of covering-up craptard smears,
and adding waaaaaay too many lines to pictures on people.
jeez.
my fingers feel like broken glass inside of burnt sausages.
(and that hurts a whole bunch, for the record)
the next two days are for baking and getting ready and set,
and driving and making moves.
uh-huh.
***********
i want to make treats.
i mean,
i always want to make treats.
duh.
but, today, i think treats are going to be the saving grace for a crappy situation.
no.
......seriously.
it's one of those days-
the weather is rotten-
rainy and cold and it doesn't look there's a plan for it stopping
until ALL the water rinses off all the rocks off of ALL mountains,
and pours down and down until ALL the floods overtake ALL the rivers.
nature wins, kids.
that's real.
and i want in on the victory party, with cake and sh!t.
uh-huh.
nothing brightens a grisly day of grim skies and worrisome waterfalls
more than baked greats and the aroma of freshly enhanced floury flourishes.
y'know?
right.
this is What Is,
and that's all i've got time for.
real life mostly revolves around my oven;
never quiet, never soft.....