we three.

duders,
ma and my sassy little seedlings got molto expert in the kitchen.
we prepared a veritable cornucopia of vegetable-based barbarian brown blops
into a monster-sized feast of thanksgiving,
one well worthy of the warrior poetry and chef's tables within the hallowed halls
of vegan valhalla.
that's right, neighbors.
we doo-doo that brutal over-the-top activation.
three people and enough food for thirty?
uh-huh.
too much is the right amount.
haven't you been paying attention at all?
don't be dumb.
we took it to eleven-
check the shark-gluttonous teleport:

c'mon!
that's a whole lot of super-fancy action in one place.
harvest and maple aided and abetted all the different delights we delivered to our faces.
for realsies,
left alone with each other, we interact and overreact and exact and extract
a helluva hefty heaping helping of helping each other out.
...weird.
we've got a new dynamic, my ninjas,
and without a wrench in the works, every choice we opted for was the right one.
yeah!
we get along and get it going on like a trio of triumphant titans,
dominating the landscape of the woodsly goodness.
F*ing right, y'all.
check the in-progress art shots of our epic meal times:

blue, orange, yellow, pink, green, and patted-down with butteryish squares of rad.
yup!
what's up with those elite turbo-fancy roasted vegetables, b!tchbags?
recognize-
we brought our A game, son.
how about super-sugary motherland-type sweet potatoes,
drizzled and sizzled and sprankled over
with all kinds of super-fresh flavor combinations?
teleport:

uh-huh.
maple syrup, brown sugar, smoked paprika, bacon-style bits, and carmelized shallots?
you know that we only do it loud, hard, and fresh, friends.
so stop drooling, and nod those heads in appreciative understanding.
wordimus prime.
ingredients in bowls is always sexy.
don't believe me?
shame on you:

mise-en-place, yo.
we doo-doo that preparation jauns.
mmmmmmmmm.
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but waitaminit.....
what about dessert?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup:

two different types of autumnal expertism,
for our big fat sloppy F*ing faces!!
pumplestiltskin pie 2.0 was great,
but those harvest apple slumps were from the flippin' future.
that's a thing.
what is it?
it's apple filling, hardstyle freestyle homestyle,
with cakey batter on top of that,
with oatflour cinnamon coconut streusel on top of that.
it's a three-tired treat made out of pure folksy ingenuity...
and it is also the most amazing made up treat we've had in these parts for years.
yeah.
years.
i promise you- me and my scions of science are gonna rule the vegan dessert world.
soon.
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we got it popping family-style, kids.
with actual real-life kids, folks.
because we keep it really-real in this folk life, friends.
and we are the only friends that we have, y'all.

awwwwwwwwwwwwww.
but on the really-realsies, duders,
yesterday was NOT the worst day.
not even close.
i might actually venture so far as to say it was good. *gasp*
me and mine, mining for hearts of gold, and i'm growing old.
it was just what we all needed,
and we got exactly what we deserved.
i am grateful for the time i have been given,
and for the peoples i span it alongside.
i heard from a lot of my closest and bestest ones yesterday.
if i know you, and you know me back,
then you already know i'm thankful for you.
more of all this,
i'm ready, you're welcome;
never quiet, never soft.....