y'all're tired of taco tuesday already.
i mean, we're almost six months into the year,
and tacos still keep poppin' off every week....
well, i dunno what to tell you, besides:
rules is rules,
and too much is the right amount.
so if you're looking for less tacos, you've come to the wrong place.
that's no joke.
i loooove taco tuesday;
y'feel me?
no, no, NO- you aren't getting it.
on the ones i, like, love-love it.
it's the most effective way to get full af that i can think of.
i don't even have to think that hard, after a day of tattblasting.
i just come home to those soft flour flaps,
and fill 'em with fuego for my fat F*ing face.
that's real.
check the teleport:
do you get as psyched for good food as i do ?
i'm sayin'-
on the ones, do you even know what the eff i'm talking about?
do you sing while you cook?
do you swear and talk to yourself about how filthy
you're about to get on a plate of all that hottness?
because i doo-doo that every tuesday.
i get turbo-PSYCHED to sit down and terrorize a plate of sexxxy-lookin' sustenance.
i might even do a little dancey-dance while i fold and tuck those tortillas
as fast as i can bite and swallow 'em into my head, neighbors.
yup.
i love that they're their own foldable plates that you can eat.
that's tight.
and i love that i didn't even pretend to give a sh!t about process this time.
nope.
not even one tiny little bit.
i had two pans out-
one with olive oil, smoked hot paprika, and tofu getting crispy, spicy, and smoky.
the other had a handful of black beans,
jalapeno, poblano, red onion, and spices-
which spices?
chipotle pepper, GPOP, black pepper, coriander, cumin, and oregano-
plus ho'sauce and a drop of liquid smoke to freak it off some more.
how easy is that?!?
mmmhmmmm.
and,
i still had some of that custom boomfuego habanero fire-roasted tomato salsa, too,
which activated even hotter, bigger, better flavor.
i couldn't have been happier to eat these little jam-packed jauns.
and there's lettuce, crawnchy purple carrot, radish, red onion, scallion,
and cilantro sprankles.
that's what's good.
but then, to guarantee a level eleven supercharge of the local taco scene,
there's lime and AVO-F*ING-CADO, too, bro.
WOOOOOOORD.
if your tacos aren't soft flour, you're wrong.
if they aren't so full that the stuffing is overflowing, you're wrong.
if they don't have crunch and squish and spice, you're wrong.
rules is rules,
and at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
taco tuesday issues edicts and decrees on the regular.
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shoutouts to my dudes!
no, f'real.
i'm very lucky to have the kinds of clients and friends and client/friends who come around
and span time at AMPERSAND TATTOO.
i'm not kidding around-
sharing space with people who can keep up and come around
and engage in competent capable conversation is my favorite part of every day.
(besides the food, of course)
spanning time with folks i like to talk to,
who get the jokes,
who keep pace,
and keep coming back is the most encouraging and positively reinforcing interactive
participation that recharges my warrior poetry in motion the most.
i'm grateful for these folks.
i'm serious.
every single day is an important experience,
and very little time is wasted,
and none of it is frivolously thrown away getting wasted.
it's intentional inventiveness,
introspective intuitiveness,
and appreciative activation.
it's all really happening,
but i'm just one little bitty bit of it.
it doesn't work without everybody else-
i still do what i do, but doing it all alone isn't gonna get it done better.
...and better is better, buddy.
i've got thanks on top of thanks for my people.
without 'em, the whole thing would be way lamer;
never quiet, never soft.....
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