BELATED...

i had alllll the gluten-free stuff on friday.
i did.
also,
i had NONE of the good ideas for food on friday,
so i just took all the things i had in the house and threw them,
forcefully, onto a skillet to get all hot and bothered.
look:

that's a pretty random heap, huh?
i know,
i had habanero ho'sauce all over brussies and chickpeas, with red onions wilted all around 'em.
y'wanna know the recipe?
put habanero hot sauce all over vrussies and chick peas, and add red onions, and let it all cook.
tight, right?
yeah.
there's tempeh, rehydrated in broth, and fried in a touch of oil
with smoked paprika and GPOP, and agave and black pepper,
all just glugged and shaken and cracked all over it.
i had two pretty big hunks of red and green cabbage, so i charred those F*ers up, too.
that's the best.
a lil baby drizzle of olive oil, and high heat,
and basically ignoring them until they're kinda blackened, then flippin' 'em
and re-ignoring them.
that's pretty easy, no? yep.
i had tomato halves and purple carrots in that same pan, getting just slightly blistery
and maybe a little burnt on the edges.
that's nice.
there's sprouts and shoots and cukes and radishes for coolwater crawnch,
and fresh flavor and exxxtra nutrients and all that sort of sh!t....
man, listen, i needed to eat. i had the hunger hate coursing through my veins,
and i had no focus for foodstuff fanciness-
i mean, c'mon, there's rice noodles and AVO-F*ING-CADO and radicchio ribbons, too.
i had no clue what was supposed to be happening,
i just know for sure that all of it really was going to go together
and get inside my fat face as fast as possible....
that happens sometimes.
it wasn't a plan, but it was delicious, and sometimes, that's the happy ending we need
when everything seems like it doesn't go together, and it's all just a mess.
if it ends up dope? you win.
and i won.
*
so, there's this other thing happening.
i'm getting a giant dumpster, and performing a massive tactical surgical exorcism
of all these old ghosts that haunt my heart and my home.
that's no joke.
all the big bye-byes from days past have left huge parcels of property behind,
taking up space in all the long-neglected corners of my physical domain,
and also, lingering at the periphery of my attention.
that's bad for you, like shrapnel in an old wound-
the good news?
i'm cutting it loose, and letting the future unfurl to it's fullest potential.
....which starts with a massive purge, with hot fire and lightning,
and a huge rubbish receptacle to bin all the bummers and boxes that crowd out
the new hottness, so that an intertwined fresh start can flourish in brighter, freer,
clear and expert interactive participatory present.
i'm feeling more than motivated to make the moves that make the magic happen.
now, the real question is: where the holy F* did that come from?
it's the direct result of open, honest, introspective self-awareness, man.
if you can tell the truth to yourself, and you can tell the truth to anybody.
 and truth tellers should never stop.
i want the big deluxxxe big family togetherness, neighbors.
and that means i have to do the things that need doing to make that dream a reality.
so, adios, everything taking up space but not paying rent,
and hello artistry-in-residence paying back dividends in joy.
that's a thing.
letting Folk Life & Liberty navigate the course and create a Fortress thrice as full,
tenfold as fresh, and forcefully fulfilled with all the best things that aren't even things.
real life continues apace, only somehow a little bit more real and surreal at the same time;
never quiet, never soft.....