bananas.

mmmm.
neighbors,
you know what i like, don'tcha?
yeah.
bakery-type treats.
they're just all so expert.
and i'm kind of all about that.
this time?
this time right now?
mmmhmmmm.
it's bananas.
yes.
bananas.
and walnuts and little bitty baby chocolate chips.
i get busy when i've got to,
and when it's this cold outside every damned day,
i want my oven going 'round the clock to make sure
that every extra little british thermal unit i can squeeze into the ambient
atmosphere of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is fully activated.
that's a thing.
piping hot,
and freshly sliced,
it's time to go bananas.
check the perfectly toasted-type teleport:

c'mon.
i make it look good,
and it tastes even flippin' better.
believe it.
these jauns go to eleven.
how do really real duders do breakfast?
fruit and nuts and chocolate and bread all at once,
in the same place at the same time an' that.
yuuuuuuuuup.
with a hot cuppa?
indeed.
i F*s with that super-hottness in my kitchen,
because it's super cold everywhere else.
that's it.
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i do what i do.
and i do it as hard as i can.
true stories, told truly,
for worthy woodsly goodfolk to enjoy.
there is always more of all of this;
never quiet, never soft.....