closing out.

eight days a week, i love you.
eight days a week are not enough to show i care.
there's a certain beatlemaniacal sensibility to telling time
when there are invented events underway in the woodsly goodness.
that's a thing.
eight days of sandwich week?
expert.
but,
today is the ninth.
awwww, MAN.
it was big fun while it lasted, neighbors,
but this installment of our favorite Folk Life & Liberty food festival 
has wrapped up it's rolls, buns, and loaves,
to fulfill our dreamiest dreams and most gluttonous fantasies another day.
i'm sorry to see it end,
since i'm almost always in the mood for a sandwich,
but,
i certainly did enjoy my simple Tea'N'Toast breakfast today,
without the pots and pans and preparations
that've muddied my mornings since the onset of february.
yeah.
we went out on top, though, y'all.
check the final-night-delight-type teleport:

thai yellow curry tofu sandwiches!!!!
a soft ciabatta bun, already all oily and salty and brown-
toasted up just a bitty-baby-bit more, right in the pan,
and layered with cucumber slices,
bias-cut big diagonal shards of cool refreshing crawnch;
and thai basil leaves, all fresh and tasty,
lookin' all supersexy with their deep green goodness;
napa cabbage shreds, over that, because we love to get our vitamins,
and our nutrients, too, duders.
since we aren't ever reppin' eagle's eggs,
it's up to other other ingredients to doo-doo that vitaminimalist animalistic activation
all up in our bellyholes and progressive digestive juicemakers.
whoa.
that's real, too, i think.
anyway,
once the vegetable base was in place,
it was time to really get it poppin', people.
yes, indeed.
coconut crusted tofu, crispy and sweet on the outside,
with a black pepper bite that'll go hard all night,
and a firm but still tender tofu texture within, for another 'nother level
of foodstuff facestuffin' flavor and feeding-frenzy fury.
too much is the right amount.
that's why we overdo it,
and add all the super fancy unnecessary to it.
i like it like that, and i do what i want, and i make what i like...
,,,,and then i eat it.
what's up with that yellow curry sauce?
oh, man.
it goes to eleven, in a hurry, even.
red onion, poblano pepper, black pepper, garlic, and heat,
sauteing that dicy little debris until it practically begged me to deglaze it
with rice wine vinegar.
i granted that request, and took it a little farther-
sriracha, chili paste, turmeric, roasted cumin, ground mustard, g.p.o.p.,
cayenne, ginger, and a dash of salt.
mmmmhmmmm.
then it was ready to get a bath in coconut milk, and cilanntro,
so it could all soak up all that spicy, smooth, creamy new hottness.
yup!
and friends,
you KNOW that made the whole sandwich even MORE expert.
that's what's up around here.
sandwich week does not go out like a little b!tch,
at least, not while i'm around to say anything about it.
oh, yeah, with chopped cilantro sprankles,
and that sriracha rooster bleatin', beatin', and blastin' across the top bun?
c'mon.
it almost didn't need anything else.
rules is rules, however,
so i simmered up some cilantro-lime tempeh cubes,
and added 'em to a little mung bean, red onion, and cucumber salad.
there are jalapeno chips on the side, also,
for even more crunch and spice an' that.
if you weren't sure before,
i sincerely hope you're on board now.
all the things, interconnected, on one plate.
that's how you send off an eight-day week of worthy mealtime overindulgence.
and that's the way i live my whole entire life.
it's a tapestry of different threads, knotted and braided,
overlapping and woven through ins and outs and ups and downs.
from where i'm sitting, there's small squares of work to do,
but viewed from afar,
it's a big picture kind of a thing.
Folk Life isn't just living far away from everybody else-
i don't even know that that's a actually a requirement-
i DO know that it means being an active participant,
not only in our favorite things, but in everything our days deliver.
you see a gimmick, maybe, without gain, in eight days between bread,
but i see opportunities to expand my creative thinking,
and hone my skills at planning, preparing, producing, timing,
and describing the world as it unfurls from my fingertips.
it's magic, guys.
spellcasting,
from my hard-pressed, stressed, and compressed presto-digits,
spiraling outwards from thought into action.
it's ALL really happening,
and it's never just a sandwich.
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....