because those jauns go way up and off the charts.
uh-huh.
these pizzas around here always go to eleven,
but more importantly, the outlying limits are pushed farther with every pie.
today's eleven-level loveliness is even bigger and better than last time.
y'know why?
because we act in accordance with our own rational self-interests
to expand, expound upon, and extend our very best selves every F*ing day.
and by we,
i only really mean me, but in the royal sense.
it's warrior poetry,
and it does require living in a very harsh introspective and critical environment
pretty much all the time.
yeah.
nobody stays by faking reality in any manner whatever.
that's the truth.
rules is rules, neighbors,
and that goes for making pizza all the way to the pursuit of happiness-
which are often the very same thing.
mostly due to the presence of purpose and the determined dedication
to doing the damnedest to just be dope,
instead of F*ing right off.
mmhmm.
that's deeper than the deep dish, and it's sort of a deep dis, duders.
so,
instead of perseverating on that point,
it was time to concoct a radical fluffy deep-style sexxxy bread dough,
and get it properly topped to the maxxx with alllll the hottness.
WORD UP.
that's how i celebrated earth day.
i mean, i sort of acknowledged it all day;
but the pizza party only started after i tattzapped some black-and-grey naturescapes
on a couple of burly fellas from waaaay up north, though.
oh!
and we had visitors at AMPERSAND TATTOO, too-
yeah!
i love that i have an environment where everybody is welcome,
unless and/or until they show that they're an A*-hole.
in a very non-A*-hole display of attentive attendance,
my very good friends ian and chantal came through,
and they brought their ancient canine companion along for the experience.
our good buddy dylan was there, too, of course,
and he came by to keep me company afterwards, which was awful nice.
and the least i could do was provide half a grandma square
as a genteel gesture of gratitude and generosity.
ok.
so, would you like to SEE it?
yeah?
cool:
MAMA MIA!!!
that's how you do it right, guys.
LOOK at that puffed-up thickness!!
and the chee' is OOZIN'!
and those 'ronis are smoky and spicy and delicious,
just like the tamari-glazed brussies, broski.
daaaaaaaaaaaamn,
y'boi is about that pizza life.
y'want that dough recipe again?
here you go:
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DEEPNESS!!
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preheat your oven to 480℉, convection-style,
with a baking stone in place......tight.
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in your stand mixer, with the hook attached, knead up:
1 1/2 cups bread flour;
1 1/2 cups a.p. flour;
2 tsp salt;
1 tsp sugar;
1 pkg fast-actin' yeast;
5 T olive oil;
1+ cups warm water with 2 tsp bread machine yeast-
beat it up for ten minutes,
and rest it, covered for fifteen or so more....
in an oiled half-sheet pan, stretch it out,
and make sure you get the corners extra-pointy.
(dylan was in charge of that)
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d'y'all eff with curly parsley?
i do. for real, it's great.
...and how about arugula and radicchio??
man, y'gotta get with 'em-
that's how we DO it around here.
also,
you know we repped the fried garlic sprankles, too.
they're mandatory.
in fact, everything expert was in effect, kids.
that's the right way to finish off a long day.
***********
nobody leaves with the title, man.
that's for sure.
the thing is, as events draw to a close,
they don't have to be bad.
sometimes, it's just time to assess and hopefully reassess,
tally up the figures, and make the accountable choice to call it a day-
there needn't be any hard feelings;
although,
i suppose they're easier to deal with if anger or indignation override the sad parts.
i don't really know.
i'm very interested in the transition between on and off,
or, more accurately, between invested and departed.
the change is probably subtle at first,
until the saturation point is reached.
i almost never notice until it's well past the point of total collapse.
i'd like to think that that's because i'm giving everything i do my all, always,
but who knows, it could be that i'm not giving enough.
seriously,
too much is the right amount, right?
it turns out, i may not be the champ i imagined.
...and it looks like saying goodnight might actually be the same as saying goodbye,
so saying neither could be the only way to stave off that last lap;
never quiet, never soft.....
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