yeah.
i did a few difficult tattoos during the day.
i made a few calls, talked to a few people, made some appintments....
all the usual workday activities,
followed by the mandatory nighttime funtime dinnertime activation.
yeah.
i didn't go out,
although i did walk the dog downtown after dinner.
he loves it, i like it, we do it, and the townspeople all call out to us-
hey target dog!
hey spuds dog!
hey what a weird dog!
followed by a glance at his weird owner, and an immediate look-away eye-dart
to anywhere but my F*ing face.
....and that's pretty neat.
crabtree can't hear any of it anyway, so our walks continue uninterrupted.
however,
pre-walk, the oven was preheating to 480℉,
and the dough i started earlier was proofed and prepped and properly prepared
for a perfect pizza party for just me all by my lonely.
yup.
i doo-doo that solo sourdough pee eye zee zee ayy sh!t, neighbors-
it's fine.
it's a little sad, but it's also a whole pizza just for moi, and that's pretty expert.
check the teleport:
PIZZZZZZAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!
alright, so here's the thing-
do you ever eff around and put potatoes on your pizzas?
because if you don't, you should start.
it's a revelation, a taste sensation, a superior state of pizza activation,
and it's ON the list forever and ever.
and if the idea is repellent to you?
you're fired from pizza parties at my house for life, bro.
real talk.
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and that semi-sourdough semolina sexxxiness for a crust?
look at that sh!t, homeboi......it's the best.
mmmhmmm.
y'want that recipe?
aight-
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SOURDOUGH SEMOLINA!
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stand mixer. dough hook. get ready. go:
1 cup bread flour;
1 tsp wheat gluten;
1 cup semolina flour;
2 tsp salt;
3/4 cup warm water, 1 tsp bread machine yeast, 1 tsp agave, bloomed;
3 T olive oil;
1/4 cup very active, very hungry whole wheat sourdough starter;
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mix on medium speed for 11 minutes,
and place directly in the fridge for like, at least 12 hours.
that gives all the flavors time to do their thing.
preheat your oven, and remove the dough so it can come to room temp,
and the normal yeast can revive and come alive and make it dope.
it will, and you'll be so psyched when it does, cuz.
that's true.
try it.
you'll see.
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so, i had potatoes,
cubed up and tossed in olive oil, pink salt and fresh black pepper,
roasting while the oven preheated. that's dope.
i had onions, thinly sliced, oiled and salted and caramelized af.
that's also dope.
i quartered some sweet grape tomatoes, since i skipped sauce.
a few tomatoes are good for you, always, man.
a bed of shredded baby spinach on the bottom,
with minced daiya mozzarella on top of it.
that's right, kids- minced daiya is the key, here.
if you leave it as shreds, you're doing it wrong.
that's a fact.
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ANYway, there's also brussels sprouts,
halved and fried up, and glazed with tamari, too.
those are really good.
and they go great with those onions. trust me on that.
with potatoes, too?
man, y'all aren't ready.
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and tempeh bacon?
dudes, that's the TRUTH.
1/2 block sliced flax-laced tempeh strips;
1 T olive oil;
1 tsp smoked paprika;
2 shakes liquid smoke;
1 T tamari;
1 T agave;
1/2 tsp GPOP;
1/4 tsp black pepper;
1/2 cup water.
bubbled away on high heat until the liquid is gone
and the sweetness had caramelized a little....
that's what's F*ing TILTY like muhfuhhhhh, bruh.
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oh, yeah. y'know how rules is rules?
well, fried garlic sprankles are all up on there, too.
yup.
that's just how it has to be.
look:
C'MON, MAN.
that's how really-real pizza heads get turned on.
anybody can eff around with a plain chee' jaun.
how many of y'all are prepared to power up a pure-being potato'd pizza pie, tho?
that's the mark of a true afficianado, bro.
word up.
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it's sunday, again.
i've got a full day of things to do, as usual.
i've somehow lost most of my morning, but none of my moorings,
and now,
i've got exercise to do before i get into some dog walking hill-climbing
pre-work responsible pet ownership.
my animal and i are partners in this family togetherness sh!t.
we do what we do, and we do what needs doing, too.
that's all we can do,
and that's all there is to it.
i'm over here spread thin,
and he's over here splayed out,
taking up time and space in all the worst ways.
but, that's What Is, and that's what's up.
i can't imagine not having him here to derail all my best plans
with his whining and complaining.
i just hope he's ready for some far steeper and more articulate competition.
it's coming in hot, and it arrives sooner than later;
never quiet, never soft.....
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