it's easy,
it's what you want to do anyway,
and it's good for you.
that's real.
yesterday was national sandwich day,
and i wasn't about to wimp out and mumble through it
by not bringing the big action down like a smiting fist of heavenly hottness.
y'know?
yeah.
i had to get into it,
and even though the day was a tough overlap of tattooing, consulting, drawing,
and roughhoused crabby-wrangling,
i still came home and made my kitchen sing with some super-official sandwiches.
uh-huh.
guys,
check the tomato-and-onion-type teleport:
that's my custom recipe right there.
red lentil seitan cutlets,
slow cooked in the juices of tomatoes and onions,
to a firm yet soft succulence, with the stewed veggies still sittin' prettily on 'em,
and in turn all of that sittin' on a bed of rough chopped curly parsley.
roughage never went down so smooth, friends.
grilled onions are expert.
grilled onions of an unchicken-parm' patty?
they're elite.
that's for serious.
and when all of that is squished between buttered and grilled pretzel buns,
with their chewy skin outside, and the dense crumb in the middle?
it's almost too good.
and then, to let it get taken up a notch with the butterishness,
and blown up and out all the way to eleven with melty broiled daiya vegan chee'?!?!
daaaaaaaamn, damn, DAY-YUMMMM.
it almost didn't need any side orders, suckas.
almost.
i mean, c'mon.
what are you?
an A*-hole?
too much is the right amount,
and national sandwich day isn't something we're just gonna let slide into indifference.
no way.
not up here in the woodsly goodness, where the pain and the poetry live.
ha.
i got myself some celery cilantro kale and scallion slaw,
and i let it prepare my mouth for that new-new neutron jauns.
and when there's culinary chemistry poppin' off at the suppertime table,
and there's room to really get gluttonous on your plate?
well, my little duders,
i think we can agree that that calls for garlic fries.
yuuuuup.
i doo-doo that million starch march into my expandable capitol bellyhole building.
with smoked paprika sriracha vegenaise for dippin', too!!!!!
word the heck up-
i love sandwich week.
i love any reason to celebrate something that doesn't involve sports or alcohol, really.
and when i do it,
i do it pretty hard.
i'm having a good time eating food,
and i'm having an even better time imagining what i want to munch up next.
this is my life inside of buns.
it's all really happening,
and it's toasted to perfection;
never quiet, never soft.....
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