giving. thanking. eating.

today's the blackest one this side of february.
but first, let's recap some of the tan:

that's a lot of beige foods, huh?
you bet it is.
what'd we have?
wild rice
(w/ dried cranberries, butternut squash, and red onions.)
homemade cranberry sauce.
soysage-cornbread stuffing.
garlic mashed potatoes.
cider-braised garlic brussels sprouts (from jim)
roasted root vegetables,
the obligatory tofurky roast of seitanic tofu magic,
mushroom gravy,
rock blocks,
and jim's junior blocks w/ pie spices.
that plate was just one of several that the
hungry hungry honcho at the head of the table
tuned-up with a minimum of chewing,
and a maximum of circular breathing.
just like a shark.
just like a glutton.
just like you'd expect froma ravenous werewolfen warrior poet.
big bites of super awesome.
that's what i'm always on the lookout for, anyway.
jim brought treats and hung out,
like he is often wont to do,
and so did a non-vegan participant-
our new friend nate came over,
saw the hottness,
and devoured for hours.
i love it when i'm introducing the dietary delights to other 'nother heads.
i mean,
especially after i labored in front of the stove all morning,
and most of the afternoon.
the results were off the chains, neighbors.
a whole night of abundance and plenty.
a well-reaped harvest of hot fire and gravy.
there were a whole bunch of notable absences,
and some hard-hearted hard feelings surround that kind of thing,
but that mandatory attitude of gratitude prevailed,
and the goodness won out in the woodsly goodness, overall.
soooo,
how did we top the fatness of a full-fledged fall feast?

with a big batch of banana muffins for breakfast!
uh-huh.
raw sugar-crusted sparkle-sweet 'nana bombs, duders.
just what a perfect power-packed parcel of potassium
to prepare us for a dollop of straight up sh!t.
wait, what?
without the bitter the sweet's just not as sweet, remember.
just make sure you do the bitter first, if possible.
otherwise, sometimes,
hard styles show up afterwards and F* up your whole scene...
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oh, yeah,
it's snowing on black friday.
that means molto car crashes,
and testy b!tchbags battling over super-cheap deals
on super-cheap crap.
black and white and grey all over.
grey areas, grey skies, & grey moods, dudes.
and big suckie changes go into effect in this valley,
and in the studio,
and in my bellyhole.
repercussions causing concussions,
and in no way open to discussions.
no jokes.
i ate a holy heck-ton of treats,
and now i'm back to eating sh!t.
figuratively.
there're leftovers to last for a while.
so at least my mouth will only have a bad taste
between meals.
the solution?
don't stop eating.
the XI-mas season is upon us.
do your worst,
i'll do my best,
and sure-fire mediocre time is sure to be had by all.
word up, friday-
stay black;
never quiet, never soft.....