even though it's only just become summer.
i don't know what made ma nature think that would be okay to run with...
i'm just sayin', neighbors-
it's not cool to be freezing under blankets in june.
i'm also not cool with there being no more june left, already.
it's too soon.
a cold, wet, busted summertime is not a good time.
i mean, i'd prefer warmth, and dry skies, and more time.
i'd prefer a lot of things, really.
namely, more banana bread.
yup.
that's a thing.
if some banana bread is great, then even more banana bread is fantastic.
i have banana bread.
i bake all the time,
and i don't eat bananas as often as i buy bananas...
that's a set of ideal conditions, creating a perfect scenario,
through bunches of fruit purchased with hungry intentions,
and left to brown-spot blot on the counter with distracted-appetite inattention.
y'feel me?
i'm always optimistic about getting the 'nanas while i'm at the grocer-
they just look so good, all bright and firm an' that...
yet i rarely, if ever, actually want one to eat when i'm hungry at home...
dang.
however,
i will definitely mash the mess out of those overripe jauns,
and fire up my oven for some fresh, loud, new hottness once the moment has passed.
re-entering the hostile atmosphere of reality in an effort to avert overt loss
always been one of my stronger suits.
that's not a problem.
the problem is, i'm eating up all the F*ing reality treats.
i can't help myself, friends.
they're too flippin' good.
i'll tell you all about it after you check the teleport:
complete with heavy shredded coconut and coconut flour activation,
and a big addition of baby chocolate chips,
it's brown sugary banana bread, in mutha-lickin' full effect.
guys,
cinnamon makes 'em so nice.
huh?
OBviously it's in there,
and nutmeg, and ginger, too,
along with vanilla bean paste, and vegan sour cream,
for that moisty-moisture and dense dopeness in the crumb....
that could've been enough,
if i was just some regular A*-hole.
however,
i only want that molto molto dopeness in my treat situation.
too much is the right amount, and nothing less will do,..
which is why i topped 'em off two different ways.
toasted coconut and brown sugar sprankles?
expert.
how about rolled oats and dark chocolate drizz-drizz?
c'mon.
don't be dumb, duders.
if it isn't awesome, it isn't invited.
after all, what's the prime directive?
just be dope, or F* right off.
those're words to live by.
now,
if only they could reproduce organically,
so i could have a few more of those brown bars of banana-new-new.
mmmmmmmmmmmm.
**********
any day in june, goon.
today is the day.
the last chance for junebuggery.
tomorrow,
we enter the throes of loooong-weekendy summertime sucktard sh!t-salad.
so much america,
so much tourism,
so many ways to wreck a perfectly good week.
...and it's cold at night.
-
dear summer,
i wish you were more punctual.
you haven't fulfilled your obligations;
spring stayed overtime waiting for your arrival,
and already, autumn is covering for you in the evenings.
i regret to inform you that we may have to let you go,
pending budget reviews, at the end of the next quarter.
love, with apologies,
your pal,
albie.
-
and that's it;
never quiet, never soft.....
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