the big B.

the big B is what's up.
it's how we charge up for a powerful day of punishing punk-asses
with perilous pigment pounding pointy pokers.
this here is a sure enough big 'un.
when i had my ace homeboy the cucch around,
he hit me up with some vegan diner secrets,
straight from the vegan depths of utah.
y'know,
where everyone is an A*-hole,
but the breakfasts are off the flippin' chain;
so, on his suggestion, i added some nooch to my 'fu, ninjas.
scrambled-up yums, and fried-up polenta discs,
and rosemary olive oil toast.
plus my obligatory cuppa, of course.
wait up,
nooch??
yeah.
we're calling it nooch these days.
it's been officially adopted as proper nomenclature;
clearly, it's an abbreviation for nutritional yeast.
clearly.
prior to adopting the cucch-nooch designation,
we'd been calling it by it's actual abbrev.:
nut. yeast.
but doesn't sound like anything i want rolling around in my mouth.
ever.
and so the changes have been made.
newch, or nootch, or newtch are all acceptable,
if visually less delectable, variations.
make notes, and amendments where necessary.
nooch, recognize.
and while we're munchin' up that tasty treat festival,
we're looking out the big glass at this:

uh-huh.

the dopest.

what's better than waking up to this amount of woodsly goodness?

yeah.

i know.

the first real snow of the season.

sexy.

mountains, trees, fortress, big B, nooch.

i'm grateful, duders.

Folk Life worth living?

we got it;

never quiet, never soft.....