CRÊPES

i'll make whatever the heck i want to, man.
and if that means making better use of my oven,
and roasting potatoes while i bake bread?
so be it, bro.
and if i wanna make thin pancakes?
i'll do that too.
and if i think that breakfast would be better in a morning-glorious taco-type set-up?
you'd best believe i'm going to have to make some magic happen.
i don't know what i should be doing most of the time.
that's real.
i've got forward progress on my mind,
but that mostly involves lots of money.
so, without stacks on stacks on stacks, i try to occupy the anxious moments
with doing something somewhat fulfilling, and literally filling,
even though we all know i could be vacuuming or something instead.
that just doesn't taste very good, so i usually skip it.
i made crêpes.
i made tofu scrambo.
i made myself stuffed up in the center to match how stuffed up i am in the skull cavity.
check it:

BREAKFAST TACOS!!
shredded spinach.
ribboned raddicchio.
raw red onion wedge slivers.
blackened baby grape tomatoes.
AVO-F*ING-CADO!
scallion sprankles.
with roasty toasty smoked-paprika activated redskin-on homeboy potato wedges,
and tofu majesty,
all on those supple succulent slaps of better battery flaps.
mmmmmmm.
what's in the batter?
1/2 cup flour;
2 T garbanzo bean flour;
1 T wheat bran;
1 T ground flax/chia blend;
1/4 tsp salt;
1 cup s'milk;
3 T warm water.
that's it.
runny, wet, slippey sauce, spread in circles on a superturbohotttt pan.
on the ones- the top gets dry, you flip it over for fifteen seconds, and you're in business.
also, for the record, if you have ever read this blog before,
you'll know that the potato and tofu recipes show up three times a month.
just look. you'll find them if you really want to.
if not, then just look closely at how expert this was:

WORD.
a good breakfast is key to managing a big day.
and i had a very complicated, very intricate, very detailed tattoo to do.
so it's lucky i munched up these jauns beforehand, for certain.
did i take a picture?
of course not.
hmmm?
no, not because it was derivative of existing imagery.
i do a lot of that, so i can't never capture the evidence.
i just had baby/linework/timelapse/coffee/rainstorm brain,
and spaced it.
i focused ON the tattoo,
but my whole mind was used up immediately after.
i'm sure i'll see it again sometime, and i'll get some snaps then.
until then,
these truncated records of what's been going on are all i've got to offer.
it's more obligation to keep up with this thing
than any true excitement about eating and explaining that has me typing this morning.
the truth is that my thoughts are an hour and half away,
and they're focused with pinpoint intensity on life, and love, and little ladies;
never quiet, never soft.....