twice as much dinner for one.

two pizzas?!?!
uh-huh.
after an unimpressive and underrewarding day at the tattbombin' zipzap shack,.
i desperately needed to do something especially expert
to rinse away the lame elapsed ellipse eclipse that lengthened
the languishing anguish of the weakest workday in weeks....
....and i also needed some dinner.
so,
with lots of time on my hands,
and also lots of lines to cut out of my cork pad coelacanth,
i preheated the heck out of my oven,
with the hearthy heart of a pizza stone sittin' and supercharging inside it.
yep.
sourdough rising for circles of sexy crust on the counter,
ingredients preheated and prepared for toppin' 'em off,
and ruts being gouged by my tools along horizontal angles while the
hotbox got extra-exxxtra hot.
i like a crusty pie, neighbors,
and i got that convection connection circulating the superheated air in patterns
withing the appointed place for pizzamaking perfection.
y'know what i'm talking about?
word up.
so,
once everything was ready,
and the dough was rolled,
and the underchee' was spread, and the sauce was spooned in a spiral overlay?
yeah.
check the pee-eye-zee-zee-ayy-type teleport:

mmmmmmmmmmmm.
i love pizza the best of all.
and that's no joke.
i especially loved this one, until i bit it into oblivion.
the topping situation was exactly what needed to happen,
and it happened to be exactly enough for a disc of dough
to be deviantly devoured in defiance of my overall well-intentioned waistline.
but,
what's the story with it?
oh.
there are lots of things on it,
and lots of each of those things, at that.
rules is rules, as you all already know.
in this instance it started with well-browned thick mushrooms.
delicious.
and a panful of seared brussels sprouts.
terrific.
with bitty baconical bric-a-brac.
burly.
and a handful of daiya(rrhea)chee'.
that's what's up-
all at once, on that puffed-up circle of crispity crawnchiness.
i ate it all up,
because i'm a growing boy.
of course, i'm only growing outwards not upwards,
in a blarpity bloat of bread and beans.
ugh.
yeah,
but, wait,
there's MORE.
i said two pizzas, didn't i?
that's correct, kids
check the even-filthier-type teleport:

chili chee' pizza???
damn.
whatever didn't make it onto those jacket potatoes the other night
found it's way onto this underchee' and spinach layered beast.
holy sh!tballs, y'all.
eschewing traditional sauce for a stew of super-explosive masculinity?
i think i made the right choice.
well,
at least,
it was a good idea to make this particular pie for my eye,
especially with those scallion sprankles.
that's what took it to eleven.
however,
the idea that two pizzas was better than one?
that's dedicated self-destruction at it's most determined.
also,
it meant that i felt full for a few full hours.
ummmmm,
then i had some cookies.
awwww, man, i KNOW.
but,
too much is the right amount, isn't it?
that's just the way it is.
***********
food.
inside my raging stormswept savage cage of animal activation.
i got it like that.
not just anybody would spend over an hour making pizza time,
when pizzas only take eleven minutes to bake.
i invest my time in being expert,
because that's what warrior poetry is all about,
tons of training for bursts of battle.
it's a thing.
and it's what i'm doing when i'm home all alone.
it's all building towards something,
each action is a piece of a bigger big action activation sensation.
if you want more, you've got to DO more.
be dope, duders,
even when you're dining all alone.
you deserve it from yourself above all others,
or you don't deserve it at all;
never quiet, never soft.....