between the bread.

multigrain bread is overrated.
there.
i said it.
it's just a bunch of sh!tty seeds and crunchy bits
sitting in stasis inside some boring wheaty beat bits.
of course,
i didn't issue the final decree about it
until immediately after it let me down for the last time.
awwwww.
check the mostly-delicious-except-for-the-bread-type teleport:

big steaky slabs of mushrooms,
olive oily and salty and peppery.
expert.
watercress' sharp stinging leafy crunch.
expert.
radicchio slaw, with shredded carrots,
for the perfect blend of creamy and crisp.
expert.
sprouts for concentrated nutrient activation in each green pubey tube.
expert.
and cukes,
just because cukes are always expert.
...too bad that A*-batch of nubbly knobbly crap bread
tried to make it sweet in a bad way.
luckily,
the insides overcame the obstacle of the outsides, certainly.
but this sandwich was only about a nine, or so,
and didn't get up to the standard eleven i expect from my food.
damn.
dinner is sometimes a hard style.
i still ate both of them, anyway.
i'm not a weak little delicate diaperbaby, y'know...
besides,
shark-gluttony is still mandatory.
and rules IS rules after all, y'all.
***********
work.
wood.
fire.
dinner.
bed.
it's a cold weather routine and it's what's really happening.
there really should probably be a lot more XI-mas shopping, too-
but slow goings and long nights make for tough times,
and these presents sure aren't gonna pay for themselves.
it's cold and busted outside,
it's warm and inviting in here.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is where i need to be,
the woodsly goodness is where it stands,
and when all of it is all together?
it all unfolds according to plan;
never quiet, never soft.....