southern comfort.

oh yes, indeed.
this here is exactly what a cold wet day is begging to be remedied with:
comforting food.

southern comfort, sans inebriates, to be more precise in description.
i'm uncomfortably full as a result.
that's chicken-fried tempeh,
homemade deep-south doo-doo bicuits,
garlic-sauteed kale,
and two very special, super-turbo important comfort eagle items...
y'know what makes comfort food so bangin'?
'tatoes.
works every time.

there' some kind of earth-spirit dirt bloppity dopeness locked in each and every starchy spud.

those jawns have got vidalia onions mixed in,

and oven-roasted crispy outsides, mutha-lickers.

recognize.

finally,

just to give that little boot-scootin' barbarian bump up to eleven;
add in the copious corpulent clouts of lumpity-jumpin' gravy,

and if by now you're not under the auspices of fat-belly feel-goodery

you're probably an A-hole.

no offense intended ...but seriously, though;

i'm just sayin'.

that's all the full-fledged fixin's for pre-hibernation warmth and wonderment.

and it was g-darn tasty as a mo-fo. too.

second helpings became thirdsies,

and thirdsies led to an all-out food coma.

sorry, gale-force skywater gypsy stormclouds,

but even the savagery of the stormswept winds of war and change

were not going to get me off of the couch tonight.

i mean,

with the roasty-toasty woodstove roaring,

and another 'nother seven hundred or so pages

of ultra-nerd swords-and-wizards saga to scan,

i had everything i needed right in front of me.

so good.

the winds are a-blowin'.

big, BIG, BIG changes are headed down the pike.

i guess maybe i was wise to spend the evening carbo-loading

for more raw power and perspicacity.

that's the key, maybe.

fuel.

for the fire, yeah?

in SO many ways.

that's where i'm at anyway.

you know, at the fire.

so i'll keep throwing my weight around,

waiting for the inevitable big action that's coming,

eating my weight in comfort,

and letting those invariable winds whip the flames into a frenzy.

the whole circle keeps expanding.

with little circles spinning out and overlapping each other.

ghost rings, smoke rings, and wedding rings;

never quiet, never soft.....