traditions.

harvest and maple are here for family togetherness and vacation funtimes.
that's a thing that happens on a fairly regular basis.
good thing, too-
because there are certain things that only happen when these
young ladies are present, accounted for, counted on,
and held accountable in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
that's right, neighbors.
and the most expert event that gets poppin'?
well,
when it's barbarian clan roundtable berserker dinnertime,
then we're honor-bound to bake up a loaf or three or four of individually
amazing floret-infused spinach-stuffed nootch-blasted chee-mazing hottness.
c'mon.
you know what F*ing time it is, ninjas-
check the legendary special-occasion stromboli-style teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
broccoli bread!
(with a little bit of spinach too, this time...we love too much soo much)!
we freak off our beige-and-green rolls of wholesome holy sh!tty goodness!
elsah and baby van took the girls for the day,
and treated them to ice cream and hikes and all kinds of shopping times...
so i rewarded that helpful interactive nature-type business
with a big ol' hot log of heavy, chewy, crusty, gooey globs of rolled-and-oiled
incredible edibility in tubular format.
yeah!
and everybody got their own, even:

recognize.
ALL the butts for ALL the b!tches.
that's how really real worthy warriors provide, son.
word up.
broccoli bread means a lot to me and mine.
it's something so simple,
but reserved and revered just for us.
i love that.
***********
....so that was dinner.
but THIS is breakfast....
check the big action saturday morning sensational vacation activation teleport:

rustic!
extra-fancy simple stuff to stuff our heads full of.
scrambled tofu crumbles, home-fired fries, and pink circles!
we doo-doo that, ninjas!
this vegan household makes a point of showing off.
i mean,
if i'm gonna be the weirdie dad from the mountains,
then i'm for-certain assuredly gonna be the dopest ugly weirdie of all time.
at least,
when i'm in this laboratorial tutorial kitchenspace.
real talk.
i do everything more beautifully,
and i look consistently more heinous.
there are some constants that bring comfort,
and secret currents that carry me to where i need to be.
i'm traveling along the ley lines of spirit and memory, my duders.
(there is water at the bottom of the ocean).
it's all happening.
last nights in town, and big meals beforehand;
never quiet, never soft.....