is it wrong that i ate an acre of incredible edible morning glory?
because if it IS wrong,
then being right must be pretty F*ing laaaaaaaaame.
all that wrongness was tastin' totally expert,
and i doubt i'd have had it any other way.
ha.
check it out:
the big B.
neighbors, y'all already know that's a thing.
and on a saturday morning where i've got big feelings,
and big hunger,
and big plans?
y'need that hearty goodness to fuel the fires that build up pressure
in that raging cast-ironclad barbarian boiler that pumps hot lava and hot blood
from the furnace to those fingers and back again.......
y'know?
good food makes for more power,
and more power means bigger everything,
especially the big action activation that'll give you the energy to participate in your life
like a dynamic main character, man.
that's real.
too much is the right amount,
and that's how much you'll require to have a good day.
i believe that, so i create that.
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the homeboyfries?
skin on red potatoes- oiled, salted,
and slow roasted from preheat to crispy golden brown
in an oven climbing up to 400 luscious degrees.
finished in a hot pan sizzlin' with a fat pat of melted vegan butter.
and it flavored it up with 1/4 slivered onion, and GPOP aplenty,
and black pepper by the 'cornload,
as well as a whole lotta smoked paprika.
regular paprika is great, don't get me wrong,
but to turn these bad boys up to eleven,
you need that campfire-essence to get it poppin'.
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the scrambo is straightforward:
1/3 block exxtra-firm tofu, 2 T minced onion, 1 T olive oil,
GPOP, pink salt, black pepper, and a punch of nootch.
activated with a dash of that smoky papika and a big shake of turmeric.
sauteed and stirred to a firmer crOmblier texture over high heat,
and then turned up a touch more with a huge handful of baby spinach.
mmmmmmm.
i fried the tomatoes next to the homeboyfries in that other pan,
and switched it up when it was serving time.
delicious? definitely.
savory and succulent and satisfying? absolutely.
i doo-doo that brekkie sh!t, bro.
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and the pannie-mancakes were rad, of course.
with toasted coconut sprankles,
and real new hampshire maple syrup, too.
i mean, c'mon.
rules is rules, fools.
...the pancakes themselves were really great, too.
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MANLYCAKES!
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in a small mixin' bowl, stir up:
1/2 cup + 2 T flour;
1/4 cup coarse fresh-ground oat flour;
1/8 cup ground dried unsweetened coconut;
1 tsp ea baking soda and powder;
1/2 tsp salt;
2 T sugar;
3 T unsweetened coconut yogurt;
3 T melted vegan butter;
~1 cup unsweetened coconut-almond milk.
s'dope.
the batter seems wet at first, but the coconut and the oats soak alll that up,
while you rest it for at least an hour.
that's the secret, really.
a rough stir, a slow relaxation,
and a hot pan.
if you can manage that, you're a magical morningmeister, for sure.
heck yeah.
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that's DECAF irish breakfast tea, btw.
i'm not trying to ruin my whole life any more than i do just by being me.
and i definitely don't need to do that faster, thank you very much.
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it's about to be a real-deal snow day, bruh.
yeah.
with blizzardlike conditions, according to the weather,
which i only ever half-believe anyway.
i'm still going to AMPERSAND TATTOO,
to do what i do best.......which is to say: work.
we'll see who shows up for tattz.
beforehand, though, i've gotta get back out to my snow fort.
what?
yeah.
i'm digging tunnels in the banks, guys.
i think that's cool,
and i think kids like that, too?
who knows?
my daughters used to go wild for it, and we'd spend hours crawling around in 'em.
i'm trying to harness some of that spirit and memory,
and make this week a wild one.
what'll happen?
nobody can say.
maybe nothing.
maybe everything.
hopefully something.
that's all i've got, so that's all i can say;
never quiet, never soft.....
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