last nights...

we have a stuffed bread thing we do around here.
that's right.
a loaf of bread with food IN it.
homemade semolina-rich dough,
with a splash of extra gluten,
and a dose of extra yeast,
rolled out,
and filled up with stuff.
in the case of my darling daughters' last night in town,
we stuffed it with broccoli and onions-
because broccoli bread is DOPE...
but then we freaked it off with caramelized leeks,
and slivered brussels sprouts,
mmmmmmm.
i think we had to kick it up a little.
old reliable recipes are great,
and there's something comforting about family traditions,
but,
there something even more comforting about overdoing it,
and getting ourselves an upgrade.
so i s'pose taking it to eleven is reallywhat we're actually all about up here.
and that means more stuff stuffed in those tasty dinner loaves.
neighbors,
harvest and maple are the reason i make this specific thing.
it's OUR thing.
and what a thing it is, guys.
check the teleport:

that's what's up.
...and with a side of simple dippin' sauce?
expert.
i made three loaves,
loaded up with veggies,
and layered with so much gooey nootchie-chee'.
we even laid down a foundation of daiya notzerella style jauns,
for added gooey chew, because we keep the rules sacred,
and the rules tell us that too much is the right amount.
right?

right!!
we love our time together,
and even though it seems to revolve around food,
i'm always just so glad to make our own fun wherever we can,
whenever it's possible,
in humongous amounts,
together as a team of worthy warrior poets.
word up.
teamwork is important when group activities are underway.
the girls' official position in this dinnertime situation
is to wonder why it isn't ready faster,
with a little bit of stealing broccoli florets while they cook,
and a supplemental spate of getting underfoot while rolling dough.
hmmm?
oh, for sure.
they're awesome at it.
the thing is-
i am a better-expressed presentation of my true self when i'm spanning time
and taking care of those two teen terrors.
for real.
taking care and taking the time to talk to them,
to laugh and joke and basically store up a charge of family togetherness
in order to make it through the lean times when i'm home alone
without the pitter patter ( or lazy hammock lounging) of smallish feet.
yikes.
and also,
deluxe broccoli bread brings us closer.

it's OUR thing, man.
c'mon.
everybody has their thing.
ours revolves around us filling our bodies.
breaking bread,
and building ourselves into better barbarians bards,
with camaraderie, comedy, conversation and closeness.
i'll tell you something-
i wouldn't want it otherwise.
the things we do define us,
and we are, therefore, definitively and definitely finite sources
of all-natural infinite nature,
fueled by fancy foodstuffs,
stuffed with flavor,
and full of ferocious fire and fresh forces.
it's all right here,
even when they aren't;
never quiet, never soft.....