fairly there.

duders,
if you've been here before,
then y'all already know i get busy.
i mean,
in the kitchen;
y'heard?
that's where i throw down some super sexy moves.
and i get it going on with my expert improvisational
vegan culinary creativity, and my lightning-striking viking
virtuous hard-style hosting skills.
yep.
so,
last night
i had the charter members of the
Folk Life & Liberty Activation Society
over to the Fortress for dinner,
and i kind of rocked it out a little tiny bitty baby bit.
on the really real, my ninjas,
i had all the burners on at once,
and an ovenful of extra other other treats designed
to be dietary delights and excite our participatory vallate papillae.
(taste buds mutha-uckers, recognize the science!)
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
what's that you're saying?
you wanna know what was poppin' in my pots and pans?
oh, okay.
i'll show and tell-
teleport to the realm of envy and flavor:

c'mon!
what the F* is that brown stuff?!
oh, that.
it's some new hottness from the future, neighbors.
uh-huh.
quinoa jambalaya.
recognize.
i took pretend cajun-style mountain man veganism
all the way up there, to eleven.
that's real.
so many extra semi-unnecessary super-fancy processes,
just to initiate a heroic facemelting feast for myself and my friends,
and that would include two kinds of pretend onions, yo.
yeah!
that sh!t has got pan-fried minced seitan and shallot hash,
with extra diced garlic;
shallots, duders. redskinned sweet and mild melters!
dope.
it's got a modified trinity of holy smokin' vegetables-
celery, green rock-the-bells pepper, and leeks, y'all.
yeah, leeks!!
all long and skinny and dope!
(you know)
and it's even got grilled up soysages, mutha-lickers.
with secret sauteed sauce all up on their skins.
and then,
just to *ahem* freak it off,
and to accommodate my buddy teddy's special request,
there's triple-threat tri-color quinoa in cajun broth, too.
F*ing right.
put all that in a big, flat, hot pan,
and let the flavors hump each other into untold
levels of raging stormswept new hottness.
yeah.
add in that side order of broiled broccolini,
which is actually some kind of
hybrid chinese mustard blossom or somethin',
and you've got some good flippin' eats.
i needed a little something extra-special, though, kids,
so i got down on some olio-infused roasted baby 'tatoes.
and, in the interest of continued activation and expertism,
they're cobalt-colored heirloooms from the gardens of history.
ummmmm.
also,
when it comes to blue balls of hot delicious dopeness,
well,
that's kind of the style i've been repping for a little minute,
in the empty beds and vacant spaces in between meetings anyway.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwww, man.
whatever, folks-
i wasn't lonely last night, at least.
keeping company with a platoon of
worthy warriors of poetic professional appreciation.
they were here.
and we had a time-
guns, dinner, guns, dessert, guns, music,
and a group of dudes who know how to span time
during a full moon,
on a saturday night
at the tail end of september.
***********
today is the day.
for realsies.
the first of eight, actually.
you better believe it, ninjas-
the ever-lovin' Fryeburg Fair!!!
falafels, yo.
that's what's up.
it's all really happening,
starting NOW;
never quiet, never soft.....