cupcakes?

yeeeeeeeeeeah!!!!
i'm flippin' in love with the g-darn fair, kids.
but,
before i could bury myself balls-deep in falafel balls,
i had to work it for all it was worth first.
those big brown balls aren't going to pay for themselves, y'heard?
(that's what she said)
on the brighter side of having to go and zap it up,
i had some kickass clients pop in and pay me,
and i even got to do some fresh tatty-o activities.
that's almost always a welcome event...
what?
no,
i didn't take a picture of the cute-as-a-cupcake tattster i zapped up.
no,
i didn't snap off any snappies of the dual, dueling now-laughing, later-crying
forearm comedy/tragedy 'hood goodness, either.
i just can't be expected to devote a single micromegagiga-what
of digital bobotronic memory card tardedness to stuff like that.
y'wanna know what i DID get a glamour shot of though?
F* yes, my ninjas:

do you flippin' see that gooey goodness?
it's like they get better somehow, with each and every day.
and when you tune 'em up with mixed pickled veggies, ya'll,
it can rearrange your entire culinary perspective.
two more wood-fired wraparound middle-eastern masterworks,
right down the hatch.
nice.

in other news:
do you know what israelis like even less than palestinians?
hot hands.
yep.
the Louderhorn hebrank-types sent us a fresh housewarming present.
a little somethin' somethin' to handle the hottness with,
apparently imported from israel,
if the accompanying card is to be believed.
autumn earthy quilted Folk Life kitchen accoutrements.
they definitely know the style we represent on.
thanks, my duders.

and if we actually felt we needed a reason to fryeburg it up,

instead of stayin' home and cooking;
here's a glimpse into what's poppin'.
debris and destruction in the kitchen of the woodsly goodness.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is closed for renovations.
what's cookin?
not much right now,
but we've got enough clamps and cutters and counterspace to prepare a
berserker barbarian banquet buffet.
damn, but that's a long length of wood.
butcher block burliness,
courtesy of uncle steven.
the new hottness promises to be even hotter than the original old bustedness.
trust uncle steven.
it's the right thing to do.

ohhhhhhh sh!t!!

psych!, mutha-humpers.....

and you thought i was done for today?

shame on you.

that's lucky number seven.

i mean, were you expecting less?

sorry, i'm just not prepared to pour on the weak sauce;

i'm sayin',

see those dotty dots of burnt orange blops on top?

that's the 'very hot sauce'

a little dab will doo-doo ya, for sure,

but that's nothing compared to the thai chili relish underneath.

i sh!t hot fire.

word.

we met up with some of our buddies, the Barnes, and their friends,

and twirled a tour or two through the twists and turns of fairground fun.

it's always good to see our peoples,

although my full-moon frenzy and fury and fervor

doesn't always play well with new acquaintances.

i was informed later that the new friends had been forewarned.

i'm not sure if i'm flattered or flummoxed,

since i just do what i do,

and let the chaff get blasted back from the worthy wheat.

that's just that pure wu-tang, yo.

jess says regular people need to get ready to be around me...

but, i mean,

a muthalicking warning label?,

and nc-17 rating?!

c'mon, ya'll.

fortune favors the bold.

but average joe-type duders can't always take it to eleven,

or even comprehend that kind of crucial kickassery;

therefore,

i guess i'm fortunate to have the few friends who can hang tough.

i'm grateful for meet-ups and meanderings,

and for minutes and moments that matter most.

real life, documented,

one sumptuous sandwich at a time;

never quiet, never soft.....