encore.

hey, neighbors-
y'wanna know what happens when you're officially finished
with the bums' rush crush of eight days of foods between breads?
yuuuuuuuuup.
you blow out one more as an encore.
obviously.
sandwich week exxxtras, in F*ing full effect.
what else would i eat for dinner once the ruckus had already been brought?

no?
i'm sayin'.
eight days is already a whole lot of sandwiches,
but nine?
that's pure wu-TANG.
real talk.
now,
check the one-for-the-road-type teleport:

a dirty double-decker superburger???
yes, duders,
that IS the new hottness for your face.
a toasted hard roll, with underchee' on the bottom piece.
duh.
that ISwhy it's called underchee' not overchee'.
the sandwich hierarchy has a place for ever ingredient.
c'mon, y'all.
get with it.
i got lots going on in this one-
pickles, pickled onions, a straight-up pan-seared seitan steak,
the crisp inner heart of red leaf lettuce,
and a homemade chickpea fatty-boombattie patty.
that's right.
a big big bigger bite of that business.
butter-fried to a medium-well mash of beige beany beauty.
sauteed shallots and garlic, parsley and basil, salt and pepper,
brown rice flour, xantham gum, soybean flour, olive oil,
and lots of hard-styled heavy-handed mashing,
until everything touched everything else.
mmmmmmmmm.
and it only made two burgers.
that's more'n a hill of beans, kids.
it's twin towers of power!
oh, wait-
they were short and stout, but they still turned it inside out,
and activated all sorts of hearty lead-belly barbarismo!
mmmmmmmmm.
one last one.
that's what i needed.
and i'm glad i did it too-
because YOU know what we rep up here in the woodsly goodness,
sittin' pretty in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress....
....you like it, because we live it-
too much is the right amount.
good enough isn't enough,
and there's always room for one MORE.
ka-BOOMfire.
that's the rules;
never quiet, never soft.....