an etude of gratitude.

give thanks.
y'know,
for all the well-lived worthy warrior poetry
and Folk Life livelihood,
and liberty,
and really-realness.
today is the day for it.
just sayin',
if you get a dedicated cycle specifically for
letting the secret universal plan know all about
how much you like being alive,
and for all the contents contained within that life,
and you have that family togetherness obligation,
and the active participation of breaking bread,
sharing that conversation and appreciation,
and reviving a little of the awareness of What Is,
then i suggest you get busy getting busy.
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you ninjas can rest easy knowing i'm on it.
on what?
all of it.
hard-style eleven-type no-limit culinary expertism.
multiple types of hottness,
oven, griddle, cookstove, AND woodstove activation.
that's right, neighbors-
we've got chestnuts roasting on an indoor cast-iron jauns.
yeah, i know,
that's future primitivism from the present day.
word up.
i'm even making roux for two kinds of gravy.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
not everybody takes it tothe next level, though, yo.
people actually poop out a tube of red jelly
from the inside of a can labeled cranberry sauce!
more like weak-sauce, y'heard.
i'm sayin', b!tches, that sure sounds like box mix, to me,
even if the box is a tin cylinder of suckiness.
that kitchen-diapery nancyness ranks right down there
with those non-participatory 'bag of stuffing'.
just add water?
waterbaby, maybe.
i add lightning, and hot fire, and nutrients to my big action.
y'all hang to that budget doo-doo butter,
i'm all set.
c'mon.
i'm on that homemade showoff sh!t.
i can't help it, kids.
food and i have a very abusive relationship.
i'm gonna make a fancypants feast explosion,
teleportational high-end classy soiree-type jammers-
but i'm still gonna swallow it down in sharky mouthfuls.
awwwwwww.
brutal viking party time, friends.
love and hate and barbarian business.
destroying something beautiful,
nourishing something ugly.
it's what's happening.
and i sure am thankful for the opportunity.
i've got more cooking to do.
a lot more.
peeling, sauteeing, boiling, broiling, roasting,
and a whole other 'nother other bunch
of batches of bigtiming utensil-laden preparations.
it's all really happening.
more on that, later;
never quiet, never soft.....