no. really,
i'm going along strong, and steady,
straight ahead,into the future,
with no discernible signs of fatigue as far as the mission is concerned,
y'know?
oh, c'mon, guys,
don't be dumb-
i'm on a mission, like a two-fisted missionary,
single-handedly filling all the available positions at the fire.
a one-man juggernaut of pots and pans and knives and forks,
barreling through bread and butter like bricks and mortar.
yup.
i'm recharged after every expenditure of energy,
by bite after bite of these expert radical vegan eats, OBviously.
i doo-doo that munch-up-on-it-a-little-bit-style freaky sh!t.
real talk.
haha.
yup.
and there's still MORE.
sandwich week is not for quitters, kids.
for sure.
i mean, at a minimum,
we're still talking about making sixteen different sandwiches,
sometimes more than one of each,
and that's if we're skipping lunchtimes.
assuming there's get-busy business to bustle up and hustle down on.
if you aren't about the commitment, that's your business,
but if you're an active participant with warrior spirit and creative juices
lubing up the thought process and your salivary glands.
then that's OUR business.
mmhmm.
last night,
after a laaaaaaaaate start to my workday,
and a fairly disorderly schedule of tattzappin';
with very little pre-planning;
a lot of unwelcome micromanaging;
financial advice and fiscal demands from folks
who really should count their blessings before they count their money;
and a trip to the mutha-'ucking grocery store.........
i finally got started on dinner.
damn.
hard styles are made of minor inconveniences multiplied over short spans of time.
that makes for grumpiness when you've got a powerful hunger.
and cooking grumpy tastes funny.
not funny 'ha-ha', but more like doo-doo buttery.
i can't hang out with that, at ALL, so i turned down.
for what?
for a better tasting dinner, dummy.
boom.
don't worry, i got turn'd back up as soon as the food processor started churning.
hmm?
oh, yes, my little buddies,
i blended up some pesto, like a real g-darned green-eyed monster.
jealous?
you should be, because it tastes F*ing rad.
check the teleport:
underchee' on the bottom of that italian bread.
i beat up 3/4 of a loaf, all by my lonely last night.
that's right. i shark-glutton big-bite barbarian'd my way through
almost one entire loaf, olive-oiled and pan-toasted,
because i eat my feelings.
and then i melt 'em down, and spit 'em out like hot fire and magma.
caustic words and dragon's breath are the result of that spicy pesto, people.
a mountain of basil, half a bulb of garlic, a bunch of scallions,
almonds by the sliverful, nootch, salt, pepper,
and olive oil glug-glug-glug-a-lugged until it all smoothed out.
holy sh!tballs, y'all.
it's strong on flavor.
like powerlifter-strong,
and it lifted my spirits considerably.
that's the way it should be.
too much is the right amount, when it comes right down to it.
grilled leeks and sliced vine-ripened tomato circles?
you feelin' it?
those leeks have just enough bite and smooth oniony sweet
to really add that special something to the party.
that's half a block of nootch and black pepper crusted exxxtrasuperfirm tofu.
yup.
one solid slab of seasoned soybean superiority.
heavy-duty burly giant-sized appetite-sating sustenance.
soft inside, crispy outside, and so much of it, there's no use wasting time-
you'll need an extra minute to mow down this monstrous meal.
i took two extra sixty-second spans,
since it was really a second helping of hottness, all on its own.
yikes.
i needed to fill up the tanks with sandwich fuel.
yeah.
we can't have fatigue weighing us down when we're making more
and more, and MORE of these self-imposed weeklong extrapolations.
can we?
no way, man.
i even hooked up that napa cabbage and kale salad,
with mini cucumber circles, radish half-slices, and tomato domes,
tossed around in white balsamic vinegar and olive oil,
for a little roughage rough stuff , to offset the smoothness of that sandwich.
smart.
*
these days,
in the cold, and the wind, and the snow,
there's something sort of anxiety-inducing about donating a portion
of my preoccupied brain to menu-preparation in among the thoughts
and interactive interface-to-face times that take up so much of my daylight hours.
it's pensive and expensive to look ahead while there's already
so much all always really happening, right this actual very moment,
demanding constant attentive vigilance and diligence and direct action.
participating in right now is good for you,
but that leaves then and there unready for whatever comes next.
chess boxing, kids, on that shaolin and wu-TANG jauns, is what's needed.
anticipation and awareness,
foresight, insight, and objective projective progressive thinking...
three two-part things at once- that's the way it usually is if you're truly ON it.
recognize-
whenever you're immersed in the moment,
there's still information and experience,
time and money,
spirit and memory to contend with, as parallel concurrent paths to real life.
holy sh!t.
good thing about the sandwich power,
or i'd be exhausted already.
today and everyday, this is it,
and it's an awfully awful lot;
never quiet, never soft.....
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