thank heavens for breakfast.
i mean,
neighbors,
you KNOW that we make it special,
and you KNOW that family togetherness activation
is how me and mine enjoy the early hours of each day we span together.
...and when a wednesday works it's way through the workweek,
all the way to us in our woodsly goodsly forest fortress,
i think we owe it to ourselves, to each other,
and to the progression of time, really,
to bring some superfresh morning-glorious hottness to our faces,
to our bellyholes,
and to the overarching thematic unity that non-stop deliciousness represents
to our own weird warrior-poet kitchen collective.
mmmhmmmm.
vanilla soymilk, almond flour, powdered unsweetened coconut,
nootch, powdered sugar, flax seeds, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger,
and a dash of tapioca, whisked into a slurry, in a hurry......
just so it could sit around and meld into one cohesive vegan dredgeable batter.
expert.
and when a mushy mess like that is just hanging out by my stovetop,
and harvest, and maple, and amber are all present, and accounted for,
and accountable for dominating another 'nother masive meal,
all while at their assigned seats along the countertop?
yeah....
that's when we slice some exxxtra-thick hunks of burly barbarian sourdough,
and let 'em all soak up that magical sauce!!!!
one piping hot pan later,
and all y'all gotta do is check this flippin' teleport:
what's not to like about french toast?
and squares of bread made to resemble pancake omelets are a-ok in my book.
is that real maple syrup on top?
what are you?
an A*-hole?
it is OBviously real deal maple syrup, from the mountains of new hampshire,
right there, drizzlin' down the sides of those delectable rectangular squishers.
guys,
the whole time all of that was underway,
i had strawberries simmering in sugar and lemon,
for some homemade jammie-jam jamboree jauns.
yup.
and of course, to take it to eleven, which is right where it needed to be,
we freaked it off with more of that almmond milk ice cream action, too.
i know it seems like there's a whole heck of a lot going on,.
but, i mean, you are aware of how we get down, right?
correct-
too much is the right amount.
that's the only level of flavor we'll accept.
and since this morning effectively marks the end of summer for me and mine,
i think indulgence is absolutely in order.
we're leaving in a minute.
and nobody is happy about it.
it's all really happening, though,
and before too long i'll be back at work,
two kids lighters,
and one houseful of emptiness to return to after that.
damn.
*
i'm so grateful for these girls.
we made crafts and costumes,
and we crushed every meal like absolute wild-boar battle-beasts.
there were more laughs, and more smiles, and sweeter dreams becaus eof them,
and i miss them already.
it's true, and it gets truer every day-
without the bitter, the sweet just ain't as sweet';
never quiet, never soft.....
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