you know you like it:

just like a munky-funkin' james bond movie!
what?
yeah!
an albert r., ....broccoli production
bam!
obtuse references aside,
that happened in full-effect last night!
and as usual. it rocked the collective socks off of all ingesters.
vital wheat gluten + extra yeast,
+ hot humid weather,
+ a gas oven =
best rolled up wheaty treaty loaf of lusciousness ever.
heck yeah, ya'll,
our family traditions may be a bit rusty and rustic,
but my belly and my heart are full to burstin'.

did someone say old copper kettles?

c'mon,

with a pumpkin-colored kitchen and a hefty hearth to hang 'em on,

you all already know we've got a healthy headstart on Folksy hottness.

yeah,

we definitely doo-doo that country-type sh!t.

forest-dwelling denizens of the epic woodsly goodness.
pea-sized peepers keep it poppin',

and we keep our peepers peeled so as not to pop 'em.
got it?
even the little things get the super-deluxe rural real considerate treatment.

this is where the early morning t'n't' magic goes down.
it totally looks out over the moat mountains.

yeh, i know;

that's some barbarian conquest-type business.
it's a right wet mess on the other other side of the house,

but in this section of the fortress,

it's so mutha-lickin' good-morningey i can't hardly even handle it.

food almost tastes better in a place so fresh...
i am grateful. without exception, for the good things, ya'll.

woodsly good times are abounding,

and it's ALL really happening;

never quiet, never soft...