Guys, I done good. The week's been a bit hectic (mostly self-inflicted, but busy just the same), and I've managed to come out on top. Getting up early, baking off loaves, fast-paced grocery store rides, prepping food ahead of time, running through the heat, and taking care of business. You know what I'm talking about. Just like you, I've got my own Little Life and all of its unique opportunities and challenges, both of which I'm working to increase all the time, whenever possible. I'm pushing the clock more than ever. Running against time and daylight.* It's worth stopping for a minute when the product of my efforts rises to the surface. When something gives us pause, if only for a few minutes of crazed face-stuffing before the kids self-destruct or whisk us off in separate directions. Yep. Taking time to appreciate is all I'm doing. And lately where I envision this blog going. Maybe less is more? I'm not sure. What I am sure about though are the completely underappreciated effects of homemade custom tempeh tacos as a prelude to a fabulous weekend. Guys, this is what it's all about. We're off on our standard paradisiacal Pacific long weekend with boards pre-waxed, food pre-made, and plans prefigured. All that's left to do is take it way down to the basics, strip it away to home-style, submerged to the waists, engaged to the fullest, watching that gigantic fireball go down over the horizon. Slowly and surely. That's the magic time. And it always will be. Whatever I can manage to accomplish in the kitchen is merely simulacrum, reconfigurations of nature's finest offerings in the best manner possible. It's noble work, but it's only food.
I suppose in a basic sense I go to the water for inspiration, for those challenges and opportunities I crave. Lie around and sip cocktails on the beach? Hell no! I've got things to do and lessons to learn. Family and friends to enjoy. Experiences to share. Guys, let's be clear: there's surfing to be done! Always, surfing to be done down here. And that's some kind of special magic in and of itself. I've got a new board, some even newer fancy fins, and about as much stoke as anybody to get out there. If you're wondering why the food's pre-made, well, there you go. See here's the thing. I love cooking. You know that already. Of all the things that I must do throughout my day, that's pretty high on my list of favorites. Great, right? Expert custom food's what we all need, AND what I want to be making. Win win win! Except, and here's the thing part, there are lots of OTHER things I love to be doing, of which surfing's just one. Things that come into conflict with the time needed for food prep and creation. So until I figure out a successful time manipulation strategy, I've gotta take sides and make plans. It's quite hectic sometimes. Getting stretched thin and that. But at the end of the day,** when the tacos come together, the bread's cooling, the guac's mixed, the pasta salad's chilling, the pizza dough's rising, the table's set, the coffee's on, the mango's diced, the rice is steamed, the cooler's stocked, the boards are packed, the family's happy, and the sun goes down? Dudes. I've done it. That's the time to rejoice.
That's the time we love. (By the way, what kind of I & I Most High Selassie I mango is that anyway! Incredible!)
But until we get that time, we've got enough going on to keep us busy, engaged. Taking full advantage of each moment we have, with what we have, the best way we know how.
So, let's review.
1. We make tempeh.
2. We make tacos.
3. And then we go surfing.
And after surfing?
Well, we eat tempeh. But it's not a big hassle because it's all pre-made.
Hey, do something rad out there this weekend! I'm trying my best to really cut those rails in, working my bottom turns, and being there.
Really there. You know what I mean?
* Not to mention that devil sun. Man, it's hot.
** In a figurative sense. I don't drink coffee after dark. Ever.