nope.
i mean, i wanted it to be there,
but the feeling just never took hold.
...don't get me wrong, i still made somethin' for supper, obvi-
it just wasn't the droid i was looking for.
check it out:
THAI TIE FIGHTER STIRFY-DAY!
yeah, man.
ST△R W△RS D△Y happened.
and i tattooed five tattoos on one group of folks while
the shield generators and the death star were fully operational elsewhere.
yuuuuup.
black ramen noods?
F*ing right.
those are darth vader noodles, duders.
i had the wrong sweet potato.
the little card at the market said: purple sweet potatoes, like mace windu's lightsaber,
but they were actually white-flesh asian jauns,
which is to say: the wrong ones.
i still grilled 'em, but damn , neighbors- they don't do it for me.
starchy? yep.
heavy? yep.
dense? yep.
dope? nuh-uh.
bummer.
luckily,
the coconut-oil fried tofu was crisp and TILTY af
in a crazy mae ploy and cilantro glaze.
word!
that's legit the order of operations and the ingredients.
if anything could save the day from a sad starchy potato,
that tofu was the right hero for the job.
then, in that same hot coconutty pan,
i also toasted up some cashews, for added sprankly activation at the end.
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i had brussels sprouts,
and spinach, and onion, and carrot, and cauliflower,
and broccoli florets and stems, and sweet yellowy orange bell pepper quarters,
and ginger and garlic and habanero all sauteeing in very hot sesame oil.
i know!
too much IS the right amount.
the secret of course, is to have a brutally powerful SAUCE to turn up the hottness.
that's the move.
and the BOOMFIRE was in full effect with this one, for realsies.
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SITH SAUCE!
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2 T tamari;
2 T rice wine vinegar;
2 T sriracha;
1 T chili-garlic paste;
2 cloves crushed garlic;
1/2 inch skin-on organic ginger, minced;
black pepper, ground mustard seed, coriander seed;
1 T lime juice;
1/2 tsp ea GPOP;
1 T agave;
1 T mae ploy;
3 T water.
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that, a lid, and a few hearty shakes to get the juices flowing,
and suddenly, you've got the heat that can't be beat,
and a whole house that smells like spicy niceties.
WOW!
*
of course,
the whole bowl also gets the deluxxxe treatment.
duh.
check it up closer:
expert.
there are also pea shoots, and mung bean sprouts-
cucumber, purple carrot, purple cabbage, and AVO-F*ING-CADO.
if you ain't doo-dooing it this hard, why are you even here, bro?
real talk-
the whole point is to make a bowl of magic so complex,
each an every bite is a new experience in combined flavor profiles.
basil!
cilantro!
mint!
jalapeno!
scallion!
green sprankles and leaves for maxxximum exxxtra awesome?
you'd better believe it.
the object here is MORE.
MORE of everything to make it the biggest and the best barbaric bowl of burliness!
and it's burly as heck, for sure.
hot noods and starchy potatoes and that creamy haas;
plus the juicy lava soaked into the spinach and the brox and the caulis;
with the cool and refreshing crawnch of the leaves an' that?
c'mon.
real recognize real,
so even if the force was forced,
the results were still empirically a galaxy-dominating clean sweep.
like order 66, in word and deed.
and that's pretty DOPE.
***********
nothing is guaranteed.
not one thing.
but, that doesn't mean that reckless runaway racing towards momentary delight,
and directionless distraction are the answer.
nope.
if every day is part of a plan, and every piece fits into the puzzle,
and none of the effects are the result profligated processes,
then the time you're given is never wasted.
what do you do when what you do is experience other peoples' productivity?
or worse, to lose yourself for hours, escaping under the influence of whatever?
because, and i mean this sincerely,
what you DO is a good indicator of who you ARE.
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the ideal is to produce to the highest capacity the best results
from your most practiced efforts in pursuit of purposeful creation,
as that pertains to your best self.
y'get it?
do your best, but keep getting better;
don't just consume, but create more than you take;
actively participate, don't simply spectate;
and invest your time, don't just spend it.
escape is temporary, so stop effing off, and start building a life worth living.
sound hard?
maybe.
but i can promise that the
i'm not always successful, but i never stop striving.
why?
because the bill always comes due, friends,
with interest.
and it's sticker-shockingly steep when it's an invoice for the splurges,
indulgences, and just-for-today devil-may-carefree put-it-on-my-tab charges
that eventually all cash in at once, and which crash the metaphoric bank.
my life savings is life-saving.
as in:
self-improvement, in mind, in body, in effort, experience, interpretation, presentation,
diet and exercise- in words spoken and heard,
in forethought and afterword;
forward moving towards better deeds to make for better days.
i'm saving myself, and i'm collecting interest, while staying interested,
and hopefully, interesting.
never give up, never cop out, never stop;
never quiet, never soft.....
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