danistrulytheman

I'm STILL a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!


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sausages & chickpeas!

This is another one of my famous throw everything in the pot and hope for the best type of creations!! I bought sausages (hot Italian), and used whatever else I had in the house. I’ve been on a chickpeas roll of late, incorporating them in many meals I’ve been making … talk about awesome and healthy!! I grilled the sausages, then combined them w/ sautéed sweet onions, red peppers and kale. After a few minutes of sizzling ‘n flippin’ on high heat, I deglazed w/ white wine, added a bit of chicken broth, tossing in the chick peas, and bringing everthing to a simmer before placing in the oven to finish! Served w/ the obligatory/proverbial Italian crusty peasant loaf to sop up all the goodness, the best cheese you have in the icebox, a glass (or bottle, lol) of red vino, the lights dimmed creating the perfect ambience, Sting, or maybe Annie Lennox, playing softly in the background setting the mood… and yep, dansyermothereffinguncle

mungia mungia! farmer style mungia mungia …

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yum, yum, and YUMMO

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my stingy/meager portion (another blog post/lesson – another time) …

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leftovers w/ fried & caramelized onions! leftovers are ALWAYS better …

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he’s bangin’ on the bongos like a chimpanzee

that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
money for nothin’ and chicks for free
now that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
lemme tell ya them guys ain’t dumb
maybe get a blister on your little finger
maybe get a blister on your thumb


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I hurt myself today to see if I still feel

I focus on the pain the only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole the old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away but I remember everything

What have I become my sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away in the end
You could have it all my empire of dirt
I will let you down I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit upon my liar’s chair
Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear
You are someone else I am still right here