HASHERS!

man,
i made a potato pancake so big it was more of a potato cake,
with less pan showing, and MORE potato in every direction.
uh-huh.
i saw something online about a fancy hashbrown,
so, i disregarded whatever i saw, and went out on my own path to potato bliss.
ha.
that's the truth.
check the teleport:

early a.m. potato magic?
yup.
i doo-doo that golden spudly studly sh!t, son.
the whole bottom of the plate is potato!
that's rad.
i peeled 3 red potatoes,
and grated them, with one peeled white carrot,
and some thinnnnnnly shredded sweet onion, and salted it ALL up,
and let it drain out as much excess moisture as i could extract.
i squeezed it and i squeezed it and i squeezed it all some more.
and then,
when i couldn't squeeze it any more, i took a big fat pat of vegan butter,
and a 6" non-stick pan on high heat,
and a lil baby bit of cracked black pepper,
and i packed the potato all up in there to get good'n toasty.
YEAH!
like, i let it sit and goldenize itself for a while.
then i flipped it with a shmear of vegan butter, and did the same on the other side.
look:

CRISSSSSSSP on the crust, soffffffft and supple and luscious within.
that's how you make a expert hashbrown go to eleven.
word.
and when you top it off with supreme scrambo?!
c'mon, dude-
that's what's UP.
exxxtra-firm tofu, always-
and baby grape tomatoes, and red onion, and spinach-
plus GPOP, and nootch, and smoked paprika, and turmeric,
with pink slat and black pepper, too.
then,
it all got activated with cilantro leaves and scallion sprankles!
yeah!
AND radishes and lettuces and pea shoots, to boot!
too much is the right amount.
that's a thing.
is that all?
bro.....no-
OBviously you can see there's one more thing-
AVO-F*ING-CADO!!!
wooooooooo!!!!!
that's ALLLLL the power of radical vegan nutrient exxxplosions for your face,
all at once in the same place at the same time.
if you can't hang out with a megadose of buttery golden potato boomfire,
and a heap of scramborghini goodness, too?
you might be an A*-hole.
-
so that's how i make moves in the morning.
i've been a bit behind on my culinary creativity.
it's hard, kids.
feeling tired, feeling sore, feeling sick,
and still wanting to climb into some serious kitchen sh!t-
sometimes it just is not the free-flowing fountain of fresh-to-deathness i strive for.
sometimes it's a struggle to steam some broccoli and call it a day.
real life isn't all gourmet home cookin'.
it's a lot of thinking about the future, cringing over the past,
and recovering from the present-
the overlaps are broad, and the echoes are loud-
it's all really happening, and some of it isn't sexxxy like those hashbrowns.
just sayin';
never quiet, never soft.....