snowtrips.

don't sleep on the activation, neighbors.
i mean it.
i think i've mentioned that my friends are better than yours?
well,
that's because it's true.
handsome adam has been up for a few,
all the way from far away minneaopolis,
and we're getting pretty flippin' expert.
not only that,
but we're getting there the way louder and even harder way,
and we're also keeping it very flippin' fresh while we're at it.
that's kind of how it happens when it all really happens.
what was breakfast like on day one?
well,
it was obviously a rad fresh-baked vegan explosion for our faces!
c'mon, kids-
don't be dumb.
check the teleport instead:

yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
a vat of superiorly-steeped irish-type breakfast tea
and a plate of cranberry-mini-chocolate-chip extra-buttery flaky-layered scones.
word up.
we eat like savage sharks from the primordial realm of eternal appetites, y'all.
and we like it like that.
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y'ever heard of breakfast dessert?
it's what you treat yourself to after you treat yourself to treats for breakfast.
yeah.
the name of it is what it is.
that's a thing.
we had that.
and it was beyond comparisons, friends.
check the even newer even hotter new hottness teleport:

holy. F*ing. sh!tballs.
a chocolatey graham crackery crust, with a sprankling of oatmeal in it?
yeah.
a layer of extra melty chocolate on top of the cheesiest cakey part yet?
of course.
and a layer of pinkish-reddish goobieblops with strawberry fruithearts over that?
it goes to eleven,
and it goes down my throat into the happiest guts in the universe.
i have it here,
and you could've had some if you'd bothered to show up.
too bad you were busy, huh?
oh well, that just means more for me, b!tchbags.
just sayin'.
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did it stop there?
what are you?
an A*-hole?
we brought the barbarian brutality to semi-southeaster asia-type dinnertimes.
pre-game tofu attack teleport:

key limes, ninjas.
i might be the cutest one in the kitchentimes.
ha.
i mean,
i even used little mini baby peppers.
and while i cut the radishes and carrots into matching circles,
i also sliced the celery on a slant.
i like it nicey-nice when my peoples are here.
and when it's time to feed company at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress?
yuuuuuuuuuup.
the super-fancy unnecessary tricks get brought out.

noodoo redux,
with shallots and sprouts and scallions and soy sauce and sesame seeds
and snow peas and some other stuff that doesn't start with an 'S', too.
like cilantro,
which still sounds like it does, duders.
haha.
are those fancy heirloom multicolored baby tomatoes?
sure.
and weird cucmber slices?
without question.
we ate well,
and we ate a lot.
that's been the basis of our introductory broski-mo hang outs.
it doesn't look liable to change much today either.
we do what we do,
and let nature win by choosing it's own course.
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today,
we're taking a ride south of heaven,
to some weaker-saucy spots.
awwwwww.
why would we ruin it by leaving the woodsly goodness?
because it has to happen, homies.
yep.
without the trip,
we lose out on the best part.
believe me.
i'm headed downrange to pick up the two most terrific girls i know.
uh-huh.
that's right.
harvest and maple are coming up today,
for a ten-spot of family togetherness and epic activation.
april (snow)showers are our companion weather this afternoon,
but two incredible young ladies are our copilots tonight.
i'm excited to recharge my good feelings with funtime vacation dad-type stuff.
today is the day, all day.
it begins now,
and it doesn't ever know when to say when;
never quiet, never soft.....