gutbusting.

damn, damn, DAMN!!!
hot-damn, even.
we stuffed ourselves silly.
we gorged on gorgeous gluttonous goodness.
duders,
real life farmer's market-type country kitchen
cornucopia abundance was in F*ing full effect.
yeah.
i'm sayin',
fresh out the garden-type jauns,
from field to table,
in extra-big-A* bowlfuls.
an actual mutha-flippin' feast.
i'm serious.
check the teleport:

c'mon.
(y'all like how maple is looking right at you, huh?)
the whole party was present, accounted for,
and salivating in fevered anticipation.
my first plate?

yuuuuuuuuuup.
i had some of almost everything.
and plate 1.5?
uh-huh,
i snuck all the rest in.
then,
i hit up second helpings.
after all,
who am i to deny the shark-gluttony?
exactly.
foooooooood!
that's what was up.
turnip cakes,
carrot slaw,
garden veggie pilaf,
string beans,
pickles,
mashed potatoes,
kale salad,
grilled summer squash,
fresh bread,
all washed down with a cold bottle of root beer.
every single vegetable was picked, plucked,
or otherwise plundered from their very own
enormous, lush, fertile, teeming gardens.
jealous?
you should be.
 i am, and i was there.
just sayin'.
...
horsesh!t.
what?
that's the secret ingredient, i guess.
layers of sawdusty, hayed-down horse nuggets.
y'know,
road apples.
where's they get all that doo-doo?
...from their horses.
(you should've seen that one coming)
good times,
great food,
gracious, gregarious hosts,
and whole lot of all of it, too.
too much is the right amount.
and i am grateful to have gotten some of it.
***********
it's thor's day,
and it's the eleventh,
and i've got an all-day appointment
for abstract flowers and blendy swirlies.
...so it could be a lot worse.
in fact,
it's also almost a full moon, neighbors.
i know you worthy battle-beasts feel it.
that's that spine-tingling call-of-the-wild-type jauns.
as if cupcakes and rock blocks hadn't boosted
my blood-sugar transformation levels
right through the roof already,
now we're on that werewolf-type hard style action.
i'll show YOU summer's teeth, son.
it's all really happening, my ninjas.
that's a thing.
*
did somebody say bread & puppet?
i heard you...
we're on it.
this sunday is THE sunday.
unless you're lame,
you'll be there.
post-wolfen happy hippy fields an' that.
you need it.
heck,
we all need it.
the difference is,
we're gonna get it.
missing out?
awwwww, man.
y'all should act like an activist.
y'know: active.
that's how we like our participation, kids.
real life is unfolding right here.
you're part of it.
...and i did not create the rules;
never quiet, never soft.....