CRȆPES redux

holy crȇpe.
i did it again.
only this time i thought using gluten would be good.
and i have to say- that was not the case.
my intention to make wheatless goodies as an inclusive gesture
has put me on the path to wheatless crȇpes from now on.
for real.
these got the job done,
but they were very simply NOT as expert as the chick pea ones.
the insides were fantastic, don't get me wrong-
but those flaps were more crap than crȇpe.
awwwwwwwwww.
anyway, check it out:

curried exxxtra-crispy skin-on homeboy fries.
and well-seasoned exxxtra-firm tofu cubes.
and avo-F*ing-cado.
that's a good breakfast.

WOW!
when you add those fried tomatoes,
and the new-new that is those maple glazed brekkie sausages??
the whole shootin' match gets turned up to eleven.
i mean... that's SO much flavor,
it almost overshadowed the bland nature of those crȇpes.
almost.

then there's cilantro and red onion sprankles, too?
and pea shoots to add extra power to each parcel?
c'mon.
if you need fancy breakfast,
this is for sure how you doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
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the tofu, gets fried in a drip of hot oil,
and gets tossed with turmeric, Garlic Powder, Onion Powder,
sea salt, black pepper, nutritional yeast,
and when you shake a lil baby bit of smoked paprika on top,
that all does all the things to make this sh!t taste great.
you need that.
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there's a splash or three of veggie broth to steam the sausages
so that they stay juicy while they brown in the pan;
and that's before the caramel magic of real maple syrup and high heat seals them shut.
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the potatoes were tossed with curry powder, cayenne, olive oil, salt, pepper, GPOP,
and coriander, then roasted at 400℉ on parchment over steel on a stone in my oven
until they were visibly crisp.
and the rest was as-is raw.
and that's all you need.
i won't even bother with the crȇpes.
just use the gluten-free one.
it's way better.
for real.
*
the weather outside?
it's frightful.
but inside?
also frightful.
i'm sayin'-
i got low on the floor with crabtree, looked at my cabinets,
and my whole stress level shot through the roof.
i need a professional cleaning team to come through and give this place a
major thrice-over deep cleanse.
or, a flamethrower purification.
or maybe i could just get burned at the stake at this point.
that seems warmer and less overwhelming.
and while i was using stainless steel wipes on the fridge
in a really pathetic attempt to band-aid this blood-eagle evisceration,
i started to think even more about how much more money
i'll need to make'to fix all these F*ing problems in the dilapidated tomb
i'm slowly dying inside of.
is that bleak?
blame it on the rain.
you know i'm like missy elliot and ann peebles when it comes to that sh!t.
like, yes i'm supa-dupa fly,
but also,
i can't stand the rain at my window.
especially since it turned my driveway into a solid sheet of exxxtra-slippery shine ice.
can't wait to get out there and slide into the slush with my dog,
and then again with my car.
shoutouts to rain making it all a little worse;
never quiet, never soft.....