delayed broadcast.

i'm a bit behind.
no,
i'm not A behind.
(like, a butt, or whatever)
i'm just getting ahead of myself more often than not.
i noticed that i put up a picture of my assorted T'n'T breads,
and therein was an unidentified brick of sexy bakery hottness.
a tasty sexy rectangular mini loaf, even,
and one that i hadn't even told y'all about yet.
jeez.
recap?
alright......
sunday night,
me and my buddy beau got activated.
uh-huh.
because that's what warrior poets do, duders.
c'mon.
but,
what went on in between pizza and pretzel bread?
just a little baked greatness from the future.
no big deal.
seriously,
we turned up the heat in the kitchen,
and turned on the oven, too,
and made expert use of the items i had on hand.
huh?
i'll tell you what, neighbors-
brown bananas are what was sitting on the countertop,
and precisely what we used to create some treats for ourselves.
i mean,
we weren't gonna just make regular bread,
at least,
not if bananas were tempting us within easy arms' reach.
y'heard?
check the tiny-loaves-of-enormous-excellence-type teleport:

uh-oh!
that's awfully bluish for a banana, huh?
yes,
indeed, they sure are.
freeze-dried blueberries crushed into powder,
added into the flour turned the brown banana bits blue.
that's rich and thick an' sh!t, for really real.
and then,
just to take it further,
and put it farther up the grainary evolutionary ladder,
we added even more tiny whole wild blueberries to the mix, too.
what?
yuuuuuuuup.
overloading our senses with a doomsday dosage of dopeness.
luckily,
we're fully-formed berserker battle-beasts,
and are able to withstand a tremendous amount of mind-blowing
gut-busting overwhelming onslaught of culinary competence.
...and we eat a lot, too.
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the cold outside has kept the snow looking perfect.
i love that.
i hate the chill that fills the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
but i love what i see when i'm looking out the windows.
however,
i can't tell if my vision is blurred because there's frost on the windows,
or if i'm just shivering so much my eyes are vibrating.
hard to say,
but i'm warming up and simultaneously dehydrating
every long lanky dangling bit of my whole dang self,
pressed and distressed up as close to the woodstove as i can get,
at least, without immolating, anyway.
it's a hard trade.
marginal body temperature comfort by becoming a withered husk,
a raisin at the hearth,
a real jerk as human jerky.
awwwwwwww, man.
i'm kinda skinny, guys.
and i just get so cold.
maybe if i had more sweaters?
i dunno.
but,
i've got so many treats to make,
i'm sure the oven will help superheat my immediate atmosphere.
thank heavens for baked greats.
without 'em,
i'd probably be one of those tundra mummies.
would that actually be worse?
well, no, that'd be kind of rad, actually..
but,
it's all of the freezing to death first part that i'm trying to avoid;
never quiet, never soft.....