POWERBOWLS!!!

i like busy days of tattoos.
i like great conversations with smart people.
i like pizza at lunchtime (for reals)...
and in the evening, after work,
i like a big ol' bowl of burly vegan goodness.
i had ALL of that yesterday!
...and that meant yesterday was pretty flippin' rad, y'know?
yeah!!
i've been on a kick lately, where i have all the big action,
and all the best flavors,
and all the stuff i can stuff into a bowl, all at once, for supper.
why?
because too much is the right amount,
and wholeheartedly harnessing the whole food hottness is super-F*ing good for you.
s'good for me, and good news for my old, busted body, too.
word.
also,
a rainbowl of colorful crunchy stuff has never led me astray
on the path to physical and mental well-being.
that's no joke.
check the teleport:

allllllll the things, all for me.
if i'm home alone (which i usually am) i'm gong hard on the multifaceted freshness
of temperature, color, texture, and depth, duders.
i want what i want, and i'm prepared to do what i have to in order to have it.
that's a thing.
barbecue tofu? i doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
spicy cauliflower? obvi, i'm no chump.
fried tomatoes? sure. why not?
grilled sweet potato? apparently, it's a superfood, neighbors.
quinoa? i'm eating it, but it still feels like smaller and worse rice to me.
yep.
the cauliflower, the sweet potato, and the tomatoes all used one pan
in short successive spurts of sizzlin' and searing.
a lil pat of raw coconut oil helped those potatoes brown up on the griddle,
before the cauliflower and the shallots took center stage, doused in ho'sauce,
and dressed for success in a spoonful of tamari and a splash of water...
honestly, high heat, liquid, and a touch of seasonin', and regular-A* cauliflower gets
expert in a hurry.
the tomatoes hung out until they softened and blistered a bit-
i didn't know i liked those so much, but i think from here on out,
i'm gonna absolutely have to have 'em.
that's three pieces of the puzzle, all cooked quick, in one place-
(i added 'em all on top of that dumb triple-kernel quinoa,
in the pot, with the lid on, to stay hot while i kept cookin'.)
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the tofu was fried up in more coconut oil, separately,
and when it got golden-brown and crispy as heck on three sides?
i hit it with the custom SAUCE
and caramelized it onto all those sticks of soybean sexxxiness.
yup.
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1/2 tsp ground coriander seed;
1/2 tsp ea. GPOP;
1/2 tsp cumin;
1 tsp smoked paprika;
1 tsp hot paprika;
1/2 tsp cayenne;
1 tsp sugar;
1/2 tsp ground mustard seed;
1/4 tsp black pepper;
1/2 tsp turmeric;
dash liquid smoke;
splash of tamari;
splash of white vinegar;
DASSIT!
bbq sauces are so subjective. you could pretty much add almost anything,
and it'll still count, as long as it's slightly tangy, sweet, and smoky-
i didn't even use any tomato base at all, and it was still a delight.
at least, i was delighted. or delit. or maybe it was lit? i dunno.
i can only report to you that i really liked that sh!t.
that's the truth.
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and there's ALSO all that vegetable matter matterhorning it's way to the tippity topmost
tier of crawnchy apex excellence for my face!
lettuce and cabbage and sprouts and cukes and carrots and peppers,
AND cilantro sprankles??!?
man, y'all thought i was kidding?
c'mon.
what am i?
an A*-hole?
no way.
i'm a powerbowler,
and i'm eating allllllll the vitamins in a giant heap of healthiness.
tight.
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true stories, told truly.
that's kind of what i do.
the one who knows all the words.
it's like the sagas, guys.
epic paeans to the power and glory of worthy warrior poets-
those scalding skald stanzas of real-life documentarianism.
those battle beastly bars on bars of bard-blasted sonnet sorcery.
words, on top of words, followed by words....
that's a narrative,
and it's all always really happening.
that's the whole point.
i love word eaters, but i hate hate hate having to eat my own words.
but, in practical applications, i'm naturally inclined towards bitter medicine.
no, really.
i nourish and nurture with syllables and sustenance,
a little bit sour, a little bit sweet, complete and complex carbohydrates,
convoluted but coherent sentences,
food and words are what i trade in-
the rest is just my job,
the real work, the real purpose,
the really realness of What Is is feeding minds and bodies
with words and with food.
we all have out things.
those are mine;
never quiet, never soft.....