boomfire!

homemade activated spice blends.
yup.
that's what's up.
freakin' it off with some Folk Life custom jauns,
inspired by that india-type business.
y'know?
no?
well, you will-
smoky paprika,
and cinnamon,
and nutmeg,
and ginger,
and ground mustard,
g.p.o.p., obviously,
a little pinchy-pinch of cloves,
black pepper for days,
and turmeric,
plenty of toasted cumin,
a shake of asafoetida,
coriander,
cayenne,
and a teeny tiny dash of salt.
that's a whole lot of stuff, toasted together in a pan,
until that super-aromatic action filled the whole Fortress.
that burly blend is what i built my supper on, neighbors.
check the tandoori-type teleport:

mmmmmmhmmmmmmmm.
i had some jasmine rice hanging around,
so it stood in as the overprepared understudy for the basmati.
i know, i know, but i was just making dinner,
and it happened to be world cuisine wednesday,
and i happened to have certain substitutions on hand.
no excuses, that rice was flippin' excellent,
so maybe just shuuuut up with your criticisms, kids.
jeez.
anyway,
i slow simmered some onion, and a whole lotta garlic in vegan buttery ghee'ness,
until i sweat out all the juice, and seared up some brownification on the edges.
that's usually rad all on it's own,
but,
that's not enough for us, is it?
nope.
so i also slapped down a scattered smattering of cilantro,
and a giant sized jalapeno,
and some crushed red pepper flakes, too,
for added hottness across the entire mouth region of my face.
expert.
with pureed tomatoes poured all over that,
and turned on and turned up with a tablespoon or two of that spicy spice jauns.
yep.
once that was all happily interwoven,
those gonzo garbanzo channa chickpeas dropped in to say hello,
and before too long,
all sorts of baby kale took the place of the saag,
and you know i got my leafy green goodness on, too.
what's with the chickeny chunks?
i'll tell you what's up,
double butterish fried, with the spices, and brown sugar, and fresh garlic,
plus maybe a pinch more paprika, and shake or too of some other other stuff,
i got down on some poor man's tandoori red-and-brown-on-beigeness.
yep. it was freakin' elite.
and roti?
you better recognize.
baking-soda reaction quickbreads,
flat and fresh and ready for my hands to use as shovels for all that heat,
directly into my mouth, my friends.
yup.
dinner got served properly up in here.
rain instead of snow;
sunless and surly;
hard styles and slipping sands in the hourglass....
all of that can't be controlled,
but i'm the head of this household, as well as the only inhabitant,
so i've got executive creative art direction for whatever i want to eat.
i guess that's pretty good, all things considered;
never quiet, never soft.....
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