TACO TIME!

ugh.
y'ever lose your appetite?
me too.
and i can't help but wonder: what the eff is that about?!
except, i know what it's about-
yup.
whenever the rarity of a little bit of emotionalism bubbling to the surface occurs,
i get all kinds of worked up,
and my fight-or-fight reaction (y'all can keep the l, i'm not taking it) kicks in,
so my bellyhole turns off in anticipation of the royal rumble on the horizon.
uh-huh.
my head knows what's up, but my dumb feelings behave disobediently,
and assume they are entitled to a vote on practical matters,
and that has never been helpful even one time.
i mean, if ever there's a choice between head and heart,
but you're inclined to make the right choice,
then there's not really any choice- the head wins. every time.
why? ...because math doesn't lie.
duh.
which did nothing to stop my appetite from disappearing.
so, it's all fine and good to squash your foolish sentiments,
but,
like nicaragua right now,
you might find yourself flopping a few mortars down
on the indigenous disenfranchised dissenters,
just to retain a rigid hold on the infrastructure.
and it's hard to get hungry in the midst of a battle.
which brings me to the point-
rules is rules,
and taco tuesday is for sure a thing, bro.
that's a sort of intrinsic insistence for extrinsic principles.
...
even when i'm not hungry, i'm not about to slack off,
and let go of the reins on my purpose-driven process.
so,
i got the job done.
i also got the glamour shot,
and i maintained my daily creation regimen.
rules IS rules, even in the face of deflated motivation.
uh-huh.
it's not in my infinite nature to allow my feels to furlough my focus.
no way.
so,
i did what i DO, which is to say:  i done did it.
teleport:

TEMPEH TACO CROMBLES, YO!!!
and, just to show i'm slightly capable of compromise.
i toasted the soft flour tortillas until they got crisp.
wooooo!!!
limes are always invited,
and you KNOW i can't go without those AVO-F*ING-CADOS.
word up.
tomatoes, purple cabbage, cilantro, pea shoots,
and scallions rounded out the fixin' portion,
but the real hero was that tempeh.
mmmhmmmm.
i made it exceptionally taco-esque, and SPICY, too.
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TEMPEH CRUMBZ!
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in small hot saucepot, with a tablespoon of oil, saute:
1/2 small white onion;
1 minced jalapeno;
1 clove crushed garlic;
GPOP, smoked paprika, oregano, cumin, coriander, cilantro leaf,
black pepper, pink salt, and cayenne....all to taste;
when that starts to smell incredible, add:
1/2 block shredded tempeh.
sizzle that up until it browns slightly, then pour in:
1 cup crushed tomatoes;
1 T tamari;
1/4 cup water.
bubble all that on medium-low until it's thickened,
and then activate the taco express, neighbors!
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quick and easy, but still sexxxy. i can live with that.
i just wish i felt more like eating them.
seriously,
i had just one of 'em and was totally all set.
i know, i KNOW, that's total bullsh!t.
they tasted like i should've eaten eight and a half of them,
but my guts just weren't into it.
i got emotions, buddy.
and no matter how hard i try to kill 'em,
they're like weeds with deep roots.
they keep sprouting up and getting in the way of what i'm cultivating.
bummer.
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is it gonna rain today?
maybe.
is that good news?
if you're a plant, maybe.
for me and my little dog,
that's a dreary mudslide of a walk through the neighborhood.
but that's what we're gonna do,
because that's what has to get done.
he hates it, but he's worse without it.
i hate it, but i hate a wily, wiry, wound up warbeast more
than i hate walking wetly in the woods.
it's all conditional.
if you want the bigger and the better,
sometimes you've gotta give up the little easy-easies up front.
i could skip the walk.
i could've skipped the F*ing tacos, too.
but the long term cost of that kind of temporary shortsighted indulgence adds up.
and it adds up to a negative with the quickness.
the if/then cause and effect can't be subverted or circumnavigated.
real talk.
math doesn't lie, man;
never quiet, never soft.....