breakfast cakery.

we eat panniecakes when we have guests.
that's just the way it is.
and we don't just eat a shystie short stack of sh!tty ones, either.
no way.
we get expert on the big ones,
with coconut flour and chocolate chips and oatmeal,
and yogurty vegan wetness,
and syrup and fruit, and powdered flippin' sugar blopped on the tippy tops.
too much is the right amount,
and that's all we're really interested in starting our day with.
check the teleport:

big breakfasty goodness for me and mine.
because we need to have enough powerful sauce to activate all the
radical runaway participation and puerile pugilistic puns an' that, too.
we doo-doo that sort of freaky sh!t whenever we can.
why?
because rules is rules, neighbors,
and when we refer to rules,
we really mean decrees.
yeah.
the nutrients hit us with full force,
and fired us all the way up for a furious day
of sourpuss sour patch watermelon slices,
and canadian-made swedish-style fish.
candy bomb attack!!!!
it's occasionally the most effective way to get berserker fresh with it.
c'mon.
sugar and spice and not much else in the way of nicey nice?
we GOT they.
for the record,
while i recognize that i'm showing off how much more rad my meals are than yours;
i'm also trying to demostrate to y'all all that cooking is good for you.
i mean it.
because eating is a great big part of what we're all all about
up here in the woodsly goodsly vegan world.
active, intensive, intentional interaction with our continued survival is what's up.
we fill our bellies and fuel our furnaces with the most elite ingredients,
because we ARE what we eat.
that's why we only get extra eleveny hottness from this
Folk Life & Liberty laboratorial test kitchen.
believe it.
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...and then the cucch showed up and sh!t got really real.
more on that later, kids;
never quiet, never soft.....