pumplestiltskin.

duders,
what the F* is recipes?
i have no idea.
i do know that when i get a thought all up inside my head,
i've got to activate that jauns all over my kitchen.
on the real,
i decided i wanted some pumpkin-flippin'-pie,
for my face to bite, and my bellyhole to be stuffed with...
and when it has been decreed that pumples are on the menu,
well,
neighbors,
pumples are on the G*-damn menu.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
spices and orange-colored squashed-up sh!t
and vanilla-sprinkie-dot infused brown sugar,
and molasses and maple syrup and silken filler and all that big action,
in an oven for an indeterminate amount of time and temperature exposure,
until it gets that 'punky-pie-for-your-eye' look.
yeah!
check the whole circle teleport:

c'mon!
i made it as a beta test for thanksgiving times.
sort of a trial-run, take one, where we work out all the kinks,
so that when the big debut beasts it's way out on thursday, it will be a smash hit-
by the way,
that's oh-snap ginger-snap crust, kids.
cookie crumb crumble crust is a must-
because that's seasonally appropriate and site-specifically better than graham.
and when a sloppy sliver of blarpity blops gets topped with whippy fluff magic?
teleport, again:

indeed, ninja.
i'm even repping my fancy plates these days,
so that the activation society knows i hold them in the highest esteem/.
that's no joke.
crucial freestyle culinary creations,
off the cuff and on the ones.
it's all really happening,
because it has to.
*
todd, ted, austin and i all spanned some time into the wee hours an' that.
active participation,
and the experience of worthy warriors working their berserker barbarianism like big boys.
talking noise, eating food, drinking tea, or pumpkin pie soda,
which 75% of us thought tasted like what it was called.
i am grateful for the friends i've made.
this life of mine isn't so great unless i can experience it with witnesses.
they may be called to testify later, son.
for realsies,
the times are better, and the styles less jagged, and the nights less cold with duders around.
yeah, friends-
Folk Life & Liberty kind of sucks balls when you're all by yourself.
it's necessary therefore to fill it up with people worth knowing about;
never quiet, never soft.....