blown apart.

stretching that thin crust jauns?
we do what we do, duders.
yep.
and i doo-doo that pizza sh!t.
on a blistery blustery busted and disgusting sunday night?
that might be the only thing holding back a tsunami of berserker fury,
railing to no avail against nature's permanently upper hand..
that's right.
i can't hang out with lame pizzas,
and i really can't hang out with the wind.
you know that, already, if you know me at all.
i HATE the wind.
like,
actual hate, all the time.
for really real?
last night, was power-outage chapped-skin iceburn barbaric,
and it sucked alllll the balls in the whole world,
in the colder darker depths of indoor living.
all thanks to the wind whippin' it out and slappin' it around.
ew.
so,
by the time i was at home,
removed from the stinkbombs and stoopidheads,
safely ensconced away from all the vacation snowbunnies,
and the wailing banshee b!tchbaggery of the great outdoor windtunnel,
i had an especially hard heart, a worse-than-usual attitude,
and some remarkably unhappy bones,
(the cold chilled right to the marrow of 'em)
so i desperately needed a little latter-day valentiny reactivation,
i know it was twenty four hours behind schedule.
but better late than never ever- no?
ha.
in this instance- yes.
mmmhmmm.
and that meant a pizza party for my face.
tossin' that sourdough, neighbors, to suit my sour mood,
and baking it up on that scorching-hot oven stone
saved the remains of an otherwise lost-cause sunday.
whew.
thank heavens for that pizza pie.
check the pee-eye-zee-zee-ayy-type teleport:

wordimus prime.
a margherita heart, because that's a cute way to start.
italian flaggotry-
red tomatoes;
white tofu triangles, seasoned-up and fried a baby bit
(mozzarella isn't invited, and the daiya isn't for everything);
and big fresh green basil leaves.
plus that sauce, and obviously, the underchee'.
if your vegan pizza ain't steady reppin' underchee'?
that's dumb,
and you are probably a giant A*-hole
who doesn't know rinotta from terra cotta.
.....kaBOOMfire.
underchee' is the truth, friends.
and it activated one instantly expert super-supper, right down the hatch.
but one small pizza isn't a party.
that's why we fired up another one.
teleport:

heavy on the everything, please.
a thick level of underchee',
an even thicker plateau of pesto-
and it's had a little minute to marry all of it's flavors together,
so that the basil loves the scallions, and the nootch loves the cashews,
and the garlic and the olive oil are overseeing the whole orgy,
and it is a steamy succulent parts-on-parts-on-parts explosion at that.
plus,
it has a hearty punch of that daiya('rrhea) stretchy chee' on top,
just to keep it all under cover....
and nootch-kissed tomatoes, to take it one tastier.
mmhmmm.
this goes to eleven.
now we're having a pizza party.
but,
that's not enough is it?
it never is.
too much is the right amount.
that means a grand finale banger to close out the batch.
what happens when there's more dough?
double-dough, yo, y'know?
yeah.
that's it.
check the teleport:

pizza is good for you.
underchee', sauce, daiya...
that's the entry level stack'em-up.
but that's not then end of the story-
once we established the foundation,
we added on a rasher of bacon-style strips,
and caramelized red onions and leeks!!!!!
friends,
this big action is better than wind isn't.
that's no joke.
i LOVE pizza like i HATE wind.
***********
there is a lot going on...
valentine's treats (i got alll the stumps)

and food (i'm fat now?)
and wind (F*ing worst)
and pizza (F*ing best)
and work (pretty much the same as wind)
mmhmm.
vacation week weakness is a real motherF*er.
this is all there is,
until next monday,
so get ready for more of all of this;
never quiet, never soft.....