GPOP

real garlic?
real onions?
really?
what's the powder made from?
fake onions?
no way, jose.
the doodie-twinklin' alium sparkle-dust is what's up.
garlic powder, onion powder.
g.p., o.p.
colloquially: G-POP.
or,
the ingredients that make sure food gets taken
to eleven.
that's a thing.
it's like magic sprinkles of pure dopeness.
warriors of woodsly goodsly cuisine know the rules-
really-real whole hunks of bulbs and cloves
get diced and minced and sauteed and all that,
but there's just that little baby bitty-bit missing.
that's where the concentrated, dehydrated essence
of excellence comes into play.
the object is more.
always, in all ways, all of the time.
all-purpose enhancement, ninjas.
believe me, neighbors,G-POP is the way.
you'll see.
***********
it's our real weekend, now.
after a one day disruption.
with tractors and dirtmovers and all kinds of
sweaty, grit-grimy greasemonkeys getting busy
at the studio.
broken waterpipes,
and suckie sewer/septic crossovers,
are what made today so authentically epic.
stinkbomb poop-diggers,
and no H20 at the studio....
duders,
we even have a port-o-potty hangin' out.
yeah, i know.
it's pretty rad.
but,
there are two days in a row i don't have to deal with it.
what are we gonna do?
the kids are gone,
the weather is for sh!t,
and the big fun is looking kinda sparse....
there's only one thing to use:
G-POP, son!
breakfast, lunch, and dinner....
we're going to eleven;
never quiet, never soft.....