about avocado toast.
and after my brekkie yestrerday, i can totally see why-
yup.
dudes,
i went hard on the AT&T, and i really turned my tasteometer to eleven-
uh-huh.
Avocado Toast & Tofu.
it was exxxactly the right idea, and we really had a hard time taking it slow.
check the teleport:
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOORD!
that's thick sliced and toasted fresh baked oatmeal sourdough boule, from scratch.
a perfect loaf of hearty, slightly nutty, oaty supercrusty hottness.
we tuned up a whole bunch prior to the toast situation, too.
we HAD to-
good bread makes better people,
and we're not out here trying to get worse, are we?
no way.
on the ones, just look at how much sexxxiness that bread brought to the table:
c'mon!
if that doesn't give you some turbo-activated Tea 'N' Toast vibes,
then i'll bet you ain't even got a heart.
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neighbors,
crispy, crusty, burly barbarian browned bread,
smothered with fresh smashedm perfectly ripe and righteous avocado,
a little bit of pink salt, black pepper, sriracha pepper flakes, fire-roasted tomato flakes,
cilantro, and scallion sprankles??
F* yeah, that's molto molto expert, man.
we use pea shoots all the time, we do, fresh sprouted tendrils of tasty high-nutrient
powerfully protein-rich greenery is super good for you.
also, they taste great, which counts double.
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and you'll notice that there's TWO slices of that knobbly nicey-nice toasted up on that plate-
too much is the right amount, bro.
what do you think this is? a joke?
not a chance.
we doo-doo the do at my house, homie.
and a slice with the new-style tofu scrambo on top?
that's a whole other 'nother especially tight and TILTY mealtime combo for our faces.
no jokes.
the new-new is always evolving, and improving, just like us.
awwwww. that's cute.
but, it's also the truth.
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SCRAMBO DELUXXO!
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1 drained block of exxxtra-firm tofu, crOmbled;
3 T chopped shallot;
1 large and in charge clove crushed garlic;
1 T olive oil;
1 1/2 T nutritional yeast;
3/4 tsp ea. Garlic Powder & Onion Powder;
1/2 tsp smoked paprika;
1/2 tsp turmeric;
pinch of black salt;
lots of fresh cracked black pepper-
saute all that, and add:
2 tsp tamari;
3 cups chopped baby spinach;
1 T hemp hearts;
1 T fire-roasted tomato flakes...
sizzle that all up until some of the 'fu is slightly browned-
and ALL of it is dryish, and not soupy, sloppy, nor sh!tty.
that's how you'll know it's ready.
all that's left to do is activate the tomatoes.
mmmmhmmmm.
blackened halves of sweet baby grape tomatoes, sizzled in oil, next to all those potatoes.
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.........wait... what?
poh-tay-toes, yo.
y'know, the best way to turn a magical moment into a majestic masterpiece?
uh-huh.
rules is rules, kiddo-
without homeboy fries, you're kind of effing up, or at the least, you're just effing around.
we roasted ours with their skins-ON. (always) and also with a LOT of GPOP,
and a bunch of chunky shallot, until everything got crispy,
and that's before we fried 'em in paprika, smoked paprika, salt, pepper,
and a ton of texas-style cayenne-pepper ho'sauce,
right there with thin strips of sweet vidalia onion-
we know what's up in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress test kitchen laboratory.
breakfast is the most important...
unless it's lunchtime, or dinnertime, and then that's the one that's most important.
ha.
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it's a damned good friday, duders.
i mean, it's rainy, but it's warmish.
i took the day yesterday to go to portland and get some stuff for sandwich week.
i also got great food at the green elephant,
and even greater FUN noodoos at the next-door asia market.
yup.
i might've even gotten an easter sweater.
so i can rep some flavor for our springtime feast on the fool's day.
honestly,
the day began with a bang,
and the expert exxxplosions just kept comin'.
for that, i'm grateful.
spanning time effectively, efficiently, and intensely is what i'm trying to achieve every day.
it doesn't always work,
but when it does, it's incredible.
today is another chance at doing it right.
my dog is determined to undermine my progress.
seriously,
he is a werewolfen full-moon rainy-day detraction, distraction, deterrent,
and disappointment.
from the minute he opens his eyes, he's kind of an A*-hole.
not always, but today, for certain.
we'll figure out how to cohabitate for the next few hours,
but i'm not sad to have to get away and go be productive at the studio.
it's a good friday, but it's not that good;
never quiet, never soft.....
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