FEELINGS BOWL!

i ate 'em all.

yeah.

my feelings, man.

i came home with a big ol' hole in my whole.

so i temporarily filled it up with foodstuffs.

they were full of radical vegan good-for-you nutrients 

which is a small upside to gorging on a shark-gluttonous double-helping

of triple threat treats...

um, yeah.

i take all the words, and all the thoughts, and most of all the great big feelings

i can't make sense of right into my mouth, and i gnash and smash 'em between my teeth.

i'm pretty grateful that i can cook, or i'd really be sufferin' twice as much, y'know?

ha.

c'mon, neighbors-

it's okay to pig out on a superior superbowl of emotional support and sustenance.

check it out:

WOW.

too much is the right amount.

* the crawnchy bits were super refreshing-

lettuces, snap peas, and pea shoots all cooperating to cool off this hot pot of fire.

mmhmmm.

* there's sichuan chili peanuts with those numberwang peppercorns mixed in,

as a sort of highlight or accent or spike in expertism.

* there's cilantro, and jalapeno, and radicchio ribbon sprankles, too.

i mean, rules is rules,
and those exxxtras are actually really just mandatories, y'feel me?

i know you know that that's a thing.

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quinoa AND red lentils with garlic?

yeah.

that's the combo that rocks my socks.

plant-based protein is where it's at.

the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is at it's best when it's busy being a bastion of beans,

and a beacon for baconlessness, for sure.

or at least, that's certainly where i shine the brightest, f'real.

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what the eff do y'all know about sesame-oil grilled chopped cabbage, 

baby brussels sprouts, scallions, and mushrooms??

well you're gonna find out right now...

chunky 'shrooms, little cylinders of green onion, whole mini sprouts-

all of that seared until the char is prominent, with a lil pinch of pink salt,

a heavy twist of fresh cracked black pepper, and enough GPOP tingle those tastebuds

with subtle sexxxiness.

how much o any of it is enough?

man, i dunno how hungry you are!

i made enough for two of these big bowls, and i chowed down on 100% of it.

and that wasn't even everything....

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chick pea teriyaki sizzlers?!

yep.

1 cup of garbanzos;

1 tsp sesame oil;

1 stalk of sliced celery;

1 medium carrot, cut into angle-slices;

2 T cilantro stems;

1/2 cup halved grape tomatoes....

fried up until the tomatoes get dark and deep and soft,

then activated with 1 tsp tamari, and 2 T gluten-free teriyaki sauce,

plus 2 tsp smoked paprika, a dash of GPOP, and a little pepper....

how dope is that?

...i almost felt better for a few bites.

all told this took twenty minutes to make,

from the first cabbagey grillin' to the boiled grains to the plate-up.

not bad for all that stuff, huh?

that's what i'm sayin'!

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i had alllllll the savory spiciness to salve my unsavory self.

it worked, for maybe like a minute or thirty.

the thing is: i can't ever eat enough to feel better.

i DO eat enough to feel overly full often.

i'm not sure that's the right move.

however, i'm doing something that ends in a tangible, useful, implementable result,

and THAT'S a welcome process and procedure, for sure.

making something is the important part for me.

it's a progressive start to finish complete project,

and that sort of short-term goal is great when you don't know what else to do.

i make a thing, it's good, i use it, it's finished and a success.

that's too simple, or it's SO simple, or maybe i'm a simpleton who assumes 

that's good enough for a temporary repair to long-term tension....

who knows?

man's gotta eat. that's the truth.

it may as well serve to nourish a sense of small-scale accomplishment,

and distract from the dour and dreary doom and gloom that can't be cured 

with words or sentiments or hopes and dreams...

i've got a mind full of thoughts, and more than half of them are worries.

i've got a bellyful of plants, and all of them are expert.

see?

one of those things is measurably better, even if it is also destined to turn to sh!t,

albeit through digestion and not depressive decompression.

so while those vitamins seep into the slipstream of my bloodtunnels,

the rest of it is coursing like a curse through from my cortex to my cuticles.

it's all really happening.

some of it seemingly so much better than the rest;

never quiet, never soft.....