TUESDAYS

taco tuesday.
again.
you'd almost think i'd get kinda tired of always eating F*ing tacos every week.
...almost.
except,
every time it's tuesday, i rep a whole new expert vegan soft flour fantasy, bro.
so don't get it twisted-
  taco tuesday is an ongoing exercise in adaptive menu planning.
word.
i know,
i could do a lot of other things.
i could make a lot worse decisions,
and opt for far-less productive choices,
but i'm not that guy, guys.
i'm a devoted and dedicated warrior poet,
a creature of routine and repetition,
with infinite extrapolations on recurrent themes-
an intimate explorer of the possibilities presented within a specific field of focus.
so what do i do on tuesdays at dinnertime?
i get busy getting busy,
and i get motivated to make moves that make my routine more rewarding.
it sounds pretend, i realize- getting so psyched to make MORE tacos.
the thing is- i'm not kidding.
and really, when all is said and done,
i've also got these sexxxy tacos.
check it out:

YOOOOO!!!!!!
so simple, so tasty, so fulfilling, so filling, so dope!
wu-TANG.
radishes and carrots and red onion and sweet pepper for crunch.
juicy tomatoes to lube 'em up a bit.
cilantro, because i am NOT a jerk.
scallion sprankles.
grilled leeks and charred cabbage for hearty hottness, and huge flavor.
seriously, a little beautiful blackness does wonders for my dinnertime enjoyment.
i love it.
and a hot pan, a little oil, and time are all you need to make it a reality.
that's pretty tight.
-
and then there's that tempeh.
cubes and cubes and cubes of chili-spicy sweetness for your face.
honestly, this is so easy.
3/4 block of tempeh;
1 T olive oil;
1 cup water;
1 T agave;
1 tsp ea. GPOP.
salt, black pepper, cumin, coriander, oregano,. smoked hot paprika to taste.
bubbled in a medium-phot pan until the water is absorbed,
and the agave caramelizes,
and they whole thing looks red and sticky and awesome.
that's for real all there is to it.
NOT doing that is actually more effort.
a little lime, and some texas-style ho'sauce and these go to eleven from the jump.
i like that.
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neighbors,
i have some news:
in a local popularity contest sponsored by our free five-days-a-week newspaper,
my baby, my brainchild, my joint-custodial super-exxxtra avocado-hued
fancypants chill-spot, the fruit of my efforts,
and home to myself and my ace duder, tron,
AMPERSAND TATTOO,
was voted the 'best new business' in this great white mountainous northern valley.
that's kinda neat, huh?
i think that means that some of you voted,
(while most of you don't get tattooed or even live around here)
and while i don't endorse or condone that behavior,
i am grateful that you think we've done something worth a sh!t,
and put your checkmark in the appropriate box.
thank you.
i don't know who else was in the running, but i'm told there were many-
i'm flattered and honored and sort of humbled that my weird green,
vegan, drug-free, cookies and skulls tattoo studio was the popular choice.
i just said it, but i'll repeat myself, as usual:
thank you.
i promise to keep working every frikkin' day until this place
is a pillar of positivity in the area,
and a space where everybody feels included and welcome,
unless, of course, they're a F*ing A*-hole.
they can wait outside.
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it's all really happening.
that's something, for sure.
i'll admit,
my pleasure at being the subjective best was tempered a bit.
yeah.
celebrating alone, with just crabby, in the rain, wasn't really my ideal choice.
i'd already made and eaten the tacos, so there wasn't much to get amped on afterwards.
and of course, in an age-inappropriate act of social media investigation,
i saw the real-life documentarianism of alcoholic self-sabotage
on readily-available display from my most recent lost-interest-love-interest.
i'd love to be able to say that it doesn't affect me,
and in most ways, self-destruction disguised as freewheeling fun doesn't affect me-
i don't do that, never have, and don't see how anyone does.
for real.
like, my vices aren't really even vices;
going wild with too many tacos isn't going to get me in any real trouble.
but while those choices don't intrude on my active participation with the outside world,
on the INside, where the feels are,
and where the genuine hope that i'll leave some lasting positive impression holes up;
well, when that's obliterated in totality,
and the time invested is washed away in spirits,
leaving only a haunting behind,
and any and all discussion is non-existent,
so that all there is anymore is a near-total stranger who just looks really familiar?
yuck.
it's absolutely rotten to witness.
huh?
oh. no. don't worry, dudes.
nobody i've ever kissed reads this.
well, maybe my momma, but that's different, and you know it.
anyway,
i looked, and i got what i deserved...my eyes are open, and they see what's up-
and while the truth is what i want,
it's ugly as sin, and disappointing as hell.
i'll be damned if that's the road i ever choose-
nope.
no thanks.
i'm all set.
i've got that ✖straight edge✖.
i've got that P.M.A.
i've got the best new business.
and i've got work to do;
never quiet, never soft.....