fall food.

apples?
yes.
you can't like fall and hate apples.
they're pretty much the introductory big fun fruit
for all your autumnal excellence.
y'know?
and it's currently fresh, ripe cranberry season, too.
that's a winning combination if ever there was one.
so,
if we add in some oats and some brown sugar and all kinds
of mapley cinnamony buttery goodness,
it seems likely that all of it, together,
in one place,
at the same time,
will be totally expert.
actually, neighbors,
it's an assured outcome,
once you factor in all of the super-sweet activation
that the applied appliances and sciences that blow up
and bust moves inside of my Folk Life test kitchen .
seriously.
don't believe me?
really?
what are you?
an A*-hole?
fine, be like that....
but first just check the teleport:

i mean, c'mon, right?
it almost looks healthy,
what with all that streuselly crumb business on top.
uh-huh.
cranberry apple bread.
that's what's happening.
and it tastes way less good for you than it looks.
because it tastes really really mutha-flippin' good.
for realsies.
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harder and harder and harder?
sure.
it just seems to go that way.
that's a thing.
i'm just sayin',
since when has any of it been easy, anyway?
not usually.
at least,
not where i'm from,
or where i'm at,
or where i'm headed.
i've got a trajectory, kids,
an overarching path that unfolds directly from the frying pan
and immediately downwards,
into the fire.
yeah.
when you are engulfed in flames,
it's hard to think about the bigger picture,
or how that glow warms up and enlightens your surroundings.
.....so there's that.
and also,
all of it is always really happening all the time anyway.
pyrolytic erosion is real.
slowly but surely,
sustained heat abrades and erases the features,
and diminishes the integrity of whatever is exposed to it.
that's the truth.
stand too close to the hottness,
and you'll definitely wear down and out.
dwindling?
yeah.
i think that's how it works.
more combusted bustedness;
never quiet, never soft.....