SANDWICH TACOS!

taco tuesday?!!
ummmmm, yeah.
that's gonna be a problem.
i mean, c'mon, man.
it's sandwich week.
y'feel me?
i'm just sayin'-
what are you? an A*-hole?
no?
then you already know that tacos aren't sandwiches.
ok,
so, how do we problem solve this situation?
ha! ...don't worry.
i got you, neighbors.
with stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks of super-elite homemade hottness,
fiesta style!!
check the day-three-type teleport:

THAT'S A SUPER STACKER ATTACKER, MAN!!!
hmm? what??
well, yes, that's five fat stacks of tostada-be-kidding me goodness.
quesadillas aren't sandwiches, either.
but a tower of powerfully tearfully beautiful tiers of
tasty cornmeal crunch definitely qualifies.
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there's vegan sour cream,
fire-roasted tomato salsa, with habanero and thai green chili
(it's got back-end heat, and front-facing fuego for superior sabor de experté).
there's also rainbow fiesta GUACAMOLE!!!
word up.
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RAINBOW GUAC!
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one each baby sweet bell peppers in red, orange, and yellow, minced;
2 cloves crushed garlic;
1/4 cup red onion;
1/4 minced poblano pepper;
1 1/2 T fire roasted tomato flakes;
1/4 cup cilantro, chopped;
1 jalapeno, minced;
3 AVO-F*ING-CADOS;
GPOP, lemon, and lime juice, to taste.
pink slat and cracked black pepper.
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if you don't freak out over this, you're a bad person.
point blank. period.
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and those corn flour flaps?
so tight.
i kneaded 'em in my stand mixer with the dough hook on,dudes-
1 1/4 cup flour;
1/2 cup fine cornmeal;
1 tsp salt;
2 tsp bakey powder;
1 tsp bakey soda;
1 tsp lime zest;
2 tsp lime juice;
black pepper;
2/3 cup warm water;
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rested, divided, and divided,and divided-
there were three of us at dinner,
and the other two had four levels of lusciousness, and big poppa's was five.
lightly floured, rolled, and pan fried for firmness on a hot grease-free skillet.
just enough to let 'em hold up to a heavy-handed application of fillings.
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and the fillings, kids.
oh!
the fillings!
nootch-boosted ho'sauce activated refried beans.
black beans.
shredded baby spinach.
daiya chee'less chee', mandatorily minced, in cheddar and mozzarella.
and seitan asada, with poblano and sweet onion.
YUUUUUUUUUUUUUP.
stacks forever,
with chee' and beans bluing it all up,
each layer added, and flipped, and then added, and then flipped,
for a jenga jumble of beige blops.
add a pinch of scallion and a few sprigs of cilantro,
and then drizzle a lil bit of ho'sauce on TOP?
look:

WOW!
then you dunk it in the salsas and sh!t,
and lose your F*ing mind over that much level eleven expert awesomess.
real talk.
it's got crunch.
it's got heartiness.
it's got heart.
it's got squish.
it's got spice.
it's got it ALL,
and it all  really happened in a massive upward geological striation sensation,
in softish cornflour circles of sedimentary sensationalism.
damn.
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i'm not saying that sandwiches are the only thing that matters.
i'm not.
but i AM stating, for the record, that they're ON the list of things that matter,
and that it is a very short list.
for realsies.
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today, it's gonna have to be italian stuff.
ok?
i'm ready for tomatoes and broccoli rabe and sausage,
and maybe even eggplant...
hmm?
yeah.
maybe i'm gonna do two sandwiches.
it's effng sandwich week, bro.
it's not one-a-day between bread weak sauce.
don't be dumb.
too much is the right amount.
that's the way it is, and that's the way it's supposed to be.
we do what we do,
and we celebrate the only way we know how-
stone sober, and with allllll the food.
weird, right?
oh, stop.
it's fine.
we're gettin' TILTY on 'guinis, buddy.
all that bread is all we need.
MORE food,
MORE enjoyment,
MORE good companionship and shark gluttony.
that's what these days are about.
this is it, and that's that;
never quiet, never soft.....