Wednesday, November 7

pee.eye.zee.zee.aaaaaaaaaaay

neighbors,
vegan pizza is a hard style, indeed.
teleport:
flying saucy sauced-up saucer space alien activation from the future,
blast-furnace freaked-off at 400 luscious farenheit degrees.
yeah!
gooey goobieblops of pretend cheese, fake chick'ny chunkies, fake bacony bitsies,
and spinach, my ninjas.
(the spinach was 100% authentic.)
a good host is generous with his treats, y'all.
i made three of these mutha-'uckers,
and we powered down two and a half of 'em in short order.
why?
because the Folk Life cooking experience is expert.
breaking bread with worthwhile friends.
that's what's up.
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competence in the kitchen,
competence in the world at large.
one begets the other.
that's real.
creatively conjuring sustenance, with panache, b!tches,
leads to constructive participation with other life-maintaining activities.
i think you like it.
i know you should;
never quiet, never soft.....

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