jacket potatoes.

(three blogs today duders, we were molto busy)
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ninjas,
we sometimes know how to get cordon-bleu over here.
that's a thing.
huh?
oh, i'll tell you like how-
like fancy 'tatoes for dinner and sh!t.
we doo-doo that.
the cucch can cook pretty miki-flippin' good.
for serious,
and with the proper amount of duder-input from other other vegan glutton gourmets,
it sometimes get pretty expert pretty quickly around these parts.
check the jacket potato teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
a baked potato is sexy in it's simplicity,
but what the F* is simplicity?
use it as a jacket, and stuff it chock full of tasty bits, yo....that's more like it!
too much is the only amount worth having,
so we blew it out on some fresh, hard, feasty treats for our faces-
apple-cider tempeh with simple seasoning;
and pretendian bacon bitsies;
and shallot sprAnkles (a.k.a. fancy onion blops);
and cheesy daiya-rrhhea shreds to freak it off like a champion;
and soy-saucy sauteed brussels sprouts on the side;
and garlic'd kale, for added butthole-exploding leafy green gaseousness for our A*s.
that's a farewell meal for really-real hungry vegan jerks.
we GOT they!
farewells are hard,
but full fat bellies make it hurt less in other places.
ugh.
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did you say something about dessert?
obviously.
parting is sweet sorrow,
but sweet parts are anything but...
thick black blops of chocolatey-chipped fudgy cake bombs?
uh-huh.
that happened too:

brownies, b!tches.
because chocolate is good for you.
that's two dope things,
but three is the magic number, neighbors-
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hot fire!!!!
teleport to the combustion den:

smoke rings and ghost circles and gas-range burners and convection ovens,
and the spirits and memory of active participation and really real life.
an after-dark dopeness-type hard-style trifecta of terrific.
all the good things, in a row, one after the other.
wordimus prime, princess!
firestorm barbarians, y'all.
drinking specialty rootbeers and warming our hands, feet, and hearts.
indeed:

being a light-eyed laser-sight laureate of living a Folk Life isn't easy.
then again,
being a pipe-puffing pizza guru ain't any kind of brownie-battered cake walk, either:

ummmm.
yeah.
we doo-doo what we do.
start to finish,
from the first to the last of it.
and that's all there is;
never quiet, never soft.....