vegan fluffy.

what?!
is it true?
is it really happening?
indeed, duders.
it is a super sunny sunday morning in the woodsly goodness,
and a hungry breakfast-time manly bearded barbarian appetite
has awoken with a bear-sized burly powerful pull inside my stomach.
yup.
that calls for a well-rested munch-up situation,
lookin' extra-sexxy and going down easily like a time-and-date appropriate
sunday morning ease activation sensation.
umm, what does that mean?
duh, neighbors-
it means it's time to dominate some panniecakes.
obviously.
check the vegan-fluffy-type teleport:

yeah!
so tall.
so stacked.
so expert.
i'm lookin' to fix up a batch of the best ones yet.
maybe even the best ones ever.
i'm letting my pans preheat well in advance of any batter uppage,
and i think it's helping out a whole lot.
i'm letting all the ingredients sit together in a span of time that allows all the
rising powers to get fully underway,
and lets all the flour relax and advance into a whole 'nother level of excellence.
i really like to eat panniecakes, kids.
for serious.
with that real maple syrup sliding around on top,
and buttery fattie boomboom business sizzling before i drop a hotcake like it's hot.
wordimus prime.
i get it poppin' when i make my breakfast plans, don't i?
that's right.
and you know they've got that fresh ground oatmeal flour up in 'em,
for hearty wholesome whole grain greatness in every bite-
and that unsweetened coconut flake jauns, too,
so that there's a touch of the superfancy unnecessary nuance to the big picture.
that's good for you.
.....no, really.
all kinds of double-sifted flour, and melted vegan butters,
and sour creamy soy stuff,
and buttermilked full-fat soymilky lemon juicy jumbled junk
all together and working towards high-rising pop-up cakey pan-heated hottness.
i'm sayin',
just LOOK at the median line where they cooked halfway at a side...
the thickness.
a hearty breakfast is essential for all the activities headed my way today.
i'm busy, guys.
like, really busy.
and just because i'm pretty psyched about my breakfast,
that doesn't let y'all off the hook when it comes to last night's dinnertime feast
of a batch of freshly ground garbanzo goodness.
uh-huh.
i had even MORE falafels, again last night.
you though it was all about that 'cake?
pysch....a.k.a: SIKE.
check the deep-fried-balls-type teleport:

BOO-ya, b!tches.
that's how you doo-doo that freaky sh!t, for sure.
and a whole other 'nother one, too:

yummmmmmmmmmm.
that thick-foldover pressure is real, friends.
teleport:

but, then again, i'm realllly good at it.
hahaha.
i'm all about bringing to eleven when it's time to represent.
too much is the right amount,
and this april will forever be recognized as the month of too many falafels.
which is to say,
it's kind of the best month ever.
*
there's more work to get done than there is time to do it today.
i'm overbooked, and i'm feeling the pinch of a week of weak movie checks.
so, i'll do what needs doing, for as long as it takes,
for as long as there's sweet moolah to get gotten.
i'm about those riches.
and i'm about that crackery up-here rich-type life.
that's some sh!t, for sure,
but it's what's up.
steady reppin' my grind,
and seeking out a fat stack of loot to match my fat stacks of pancake.
that is all;
never quiet, never soft.....