b breads.

rainy road trips to the worst places.
that's what happens when you have had too much fun.
for serious.
it all costs somethin', neighbors-
and that's the price tag affixed to the freshness
we've experienced over the last eight days.
yep.
drivin' and cryin' along the interstates and turnpikes
down to the dreaded and dreadful doo-doo buttery
weak sauce waterbaby b!tchbaggery of asscrackachussetts.
awwwwwwwwwwww.
duders,
my little girls aren't so little.
growing up and getting big and branching out and moving on.
that's a thing.
no jokes, folks-
i miss 'em already,
and they're still here, and still asleep upstairs.
it's just that there's never enough of it all;
times and places and things, with them, it's all better-
but there's only ever more of some,
or more of less of others.
but i haven't ever had that perfect baby bear amount.
y'know, like in goldilocks......
uh-huh.
seems like kind of a bummer, huh?
well, i may not have any equilibrium when it comes
to family togetherness,
but what i do have, is the perfect razor's edge of balance
between crust, crumb, filling, and sauce!
you know what that is?
yes. 
.....expert culinary skills!
activated with a booster shot of semolina flour
and a splash of pure wheat gluten for blowout-proof dough, yo.
what?
oh, F* yes, my ninjas.
i may be sad about the nest emptying out again,
but i am never ever EVER gonna let that diaperbaby bullsh!t
stand in the way of top-notch super-rad active participation.
we rep a hard style up in here.
believe it.
in fact, check the mutha-F*ing teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
sequential in-progress-type jauns?
okay.

dough under cover,
brox in that cast iron deep dish sh!t, sauteed like what!

rolled up and waiting....
that's that next-level flippin' broccoli bread, kids.
we doo-doo that chewy gooey green blarpity blopfest
for so many faces it isn't even funny.
holy stromboli for all the A*holey butts in the whole wide world.
one loaf of just be dopeness?
c'mon.
we're from the future, y'all.

five loaves of coiled up florets and cheeseyish yellow stuff,
packed with mucho nootch,
and oh! so many garlic and onion variants,
both fresh and powdered.
flavorful?
to eleven, son.
you know it.
traditional Folk Life & Liberty Fortress farewell feasts, duders.
we offer up a meal in the spirit of family togetherness,
with gratitude and generosity and all the good things we believe in.
it's what you make of it, friends.
we make the most out of the least,
and even more out of anything else.
harvest and maple and albie rock,
with some other other ones on the periphery,
participating and practicing what we preach.
each one teach one,
like a worthy warrior warren of the woodsly goodness.
...indeed.
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we also had a slab of this big baby b!tch for breakfast.
you can't see the tiny specks of coconuttiness,
but the flavor is a secret kiss from the future for your face.
teleport to the here and now of yesterday:

banana bread, bro.
yum.
we can't be wastin' those nanners, right?
right.
from the first to the last of it,
delivery is passionate.
the whole and not the half of it!
it's all really happening, y'all;
never quiet, never soft.....