broccoli bread is how we spend time.
my daughetrs' last night in town?
we gotta close it down in full-blown flavorful style.
florets and nooch and gluten and pure dopeness.
special occasion taste sensations!
we reserve the albert r. loaf until the girlie-girls are in the building.
heck,
that means the only time i get to have it is when they're here.
that's called honoring traditions, ninjas.
they could never know about a little secret cheat treats on the side,
but i would.
and worthiness is what i value, neighbors,
even more than broccoliness.
no doubt.
so i am a patient boy;
i wait, i wait, i wait,
and when the big moment of big fun in due time comes around,
i most certainly, and with authority, chow down on both crusty ends.
two butts is how i doo-doo that freaky green sh!t.
wooooooooooord.
here's what you hungry hippos missed:
that's a log of burly block of hot and gooey, chewy, crust, crumb, and crowns.
yum4tum, my ninjas.
and it's even more impressive on the inside.
you like it, we love it.
bite, swallow, bite, swallow....
chew?
that's for little fish, mutha-uckas,
we get busy like sharks, son.
recognize.
***********
it's snowing,
and i'm a male man,
so i've got to make like a mailman,
and not let the sleet, or rain, or stormswept sucktardation
stop me from making a special delivery today.
the warrior express is about to start an epic expedition,
from the pinnacle of northeasterly turbo-hottness,
to the nadir of sauce-suckin' stinkbombs.
connecticut-bound, and down.
it's been a great week.
and i've got some great peoples who can hang out.
i am grateful for this time i have been given,
but if there was a suggestion box,
i'd make mention of the fact that i'd sure like some more.
that's the right amount, right?
road warriors and snowplows make for gripping tales
and gripping steering wheels,
and white powder, white knuckles, and white mountains.
it's all really happening.
halfway?
no way.
all the way, or none of it;
never quiet, never soft.....
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