SCRAMBLER

tacoooooooooooooo tuesssssssssssdaaaaaaaaayy!!!!!

yup.

soft flour circles, toasted to a crisp- 

so they crackle on one side when you fold them into flipped flaps,

and embrace all the extra-spicy hottness in the middle.

yeah, neighbors, you really should know by now that i'm a big fan.

i mean, c'mon- vegan tacos are pretty flippin' expert-

even if they're just beans and salsa, you're winning-

and when they're MORE than that?

like, fancy-pantsy make-you-wanna-dance-y jauns?

well, victorious victuals are kind of my thing, y'know?

mmhmm.

and this most recent installment was another 'nother big win for my face-

check the tofu-taco-type teleport:

SCRAMBLERO RANCHEROS!!!

uh-huh! uh-HUH! UNGGGHHHH-HUUUUNGHHH!!!

word up.

all the veggies, and all the spices, in a super straight-up smooshed tofu scamble.

¿perfecto? 

¡claro!

guys, it was such a joy to sizzle up and saute all the stuff-

and it was a one pan meal for a change 

(two, i guess, actually, since i toasted the tortillas, too)

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but the scrambo was elite, and easy, and FULL of all the best things-

no, f'really real tho:

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SCAMBORGHINI RANCHO-DELUXXXO!

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in a hot, oiled pan, saute-

1/2 red onion;

1/3 cup chopped scallion;

1/2 diced poblano;

1/2 minced jalapeno;

1/3 cup chopped baby grape tomatoes;

fresh cilantro and garden fresh oregano;

1/2 cup sweet baby bell peppers;

1 clove crushed garlic;

3/4 block firm, squeezed but not fully-depressed, crumbled tofu 

that's right, regular firmness is what's going on here.

oh, i know you know that exxxtra firm is my favorite, normally, 

but NOT for a scram-

i keep both on hand for just such occasions as this.

and i spiced things up with pink salt, and black pepper, 

turmeric, GPOP, a punch of nootch, smoked paprika, and cayenne.

stirred once in a while, over medium-high heat, 

until the bottom-most layer gets a little brown....

boom.

just like *that*, the scramburglar magic is ready for action.

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and there's lettuce, and pea shoots, and chopped shishito peppers,

and pickled jalapenos, AND AVO-F*ING-CADO, 

aaaaand fire-roasted tomato salsa, as well.

whatcha know about doo-dooin' all the best sh!t,

and then squeezin' limes over the top?

that's how it's done, and that's how i did it.

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sleepless, set-upon, and beset with strife,

rained-out, beat up, and worn down.

...that was how yesterday progressed.

in-between a whole lot of caustic conversation, 

i did a F*ing TON of tattoos.

that's the hardest, part, realy- 

sitting down and talking about some dude's day, and how their summer's been,

and what is likely to happen this autumn....

all while simmering in acid and exhaustion, 

with the conversational pace paused in fits and starts... 

and then there's all those hand-numbing, back-splitting tattzapps 

back to back to back to back to back,

just to perpetually beat up my already beleaguered body with all the worst kinds of bending,

and my shoulders hunched up in knots upon knots....

that's cool.

no. hold on, there's another little puzzle piece 'd like to add:

i also discovered a whole new leaky broken old house element,

whilst moving all the art and arstist's supplies from one end of the house 

to a whole other 'nother spot, from where it'll eventually need moving again, 

and that will likely be sooner than later.

i think they call that character?

yeah, man, MORE problems are what i was hoping for,

and MORE problems was what i found, without even looking that hard.

some days are less encouraging than others; 

but, and i do NOT mean this flippantly, that P.M.A. keeps me moving forward.

it could always be worse, and it probably will be.

which is good news, because that's how we get stronger and better.

i think that means i'm getting stronger and better almost every single minute?

i don't hate the sound of that.

...and i still made the nicey-nice for dinner.

yup.

if nothing else, there's always that.

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i made two of the suckiest, ugliest loaves of bread this morning.

i did.

i fell asleep half on the floor, and lay there for far too long, it seems.

while i was in that coma, i also forgot to cold-prove the sourdough...

so it sat on the counter gettin' terrible and more terribler still, 

for hours and hours all flippin' night long.

ugh.

two of the sloppiest overbulked bummers just came out of the oven.

the bummeriest ones in a verrrry long time, actually.

and while they're probably still delicious, 

they sure are unattractive.

sorta like me, right? word.

shoutouts to failure, and to staying ugly, but staying dope anyway...

it's all really happening all morning long;

never quiet, never soft.....