equinoxical paradigm.

neighbors,
i got my chimney swept.
no.
c'mon.
don't be gross.
i literally got my chimney swept.
also,
i got my pipes cleaned.
no.
stop it.
for serious,
some duder took apart my toilet,
and powered a crazy doodiedrill down into the roots and rot
underneath the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
mmhmm.
that sh!t took alll day.
seriously,
my day off became a day of rest and atonement.
looks like a little ambient yom kippur was creepin' around these parts.
except, i think that has something to do with fasting?
yuck.
i can't hang out with that.
not eating to absolve sins is not invited,
i'm much more of a sin-eater, anyway...
like,
the seven deadly courses of culinary cause and effect.
yup.
so,
since i can't ever take it easy,
since al i'm reppin' are hatrd styles,
i got molto busy in the kitchen as soon as the crap destroyer took his leave.
word up, kids.
you know that wednesday is when i bring the big action down on my bellyhole,
and my oven stays way hot,
and my skillets stay way hotter,
and the griddle gets glowing with that fire jauns.
if i've got any joy inside me,
i do believe it comes from creating occasions to celebrate.
equinox?
sure.
i'll be a flippin' druid, i guess.
at least,
if that means i'm about to terrorize a bountiful harvest of hottness, anyway.
i made something good to eat.
i ate it all up.
i'd like to tell you about it,
as long as you check the autumn-type teleport:

mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
acorn squash!
halved, hollowed, poked in it's yellow flesh, buttered,
and filled up with a veggie cornucopia of goof fortune.
red onions, celery, carrot, garlic, butternut squash, (hard-shelled gourd fusion, i know!
parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme, ground mustard, cayenne, black pepper,
and smoked sea salt.
friends,
i baked the heck into and out of those green-skinned goodies,
and they just kept getting softer and sweeter and more expert.
i love when that happens.
and while those were steaming and stewing in their own juices,
i had that multigrain rice blend absorbing alllllll the water.
duders,
fancy rice is pretty nice,
and those red and black and white and brown jammers never disappoint.
topped with thick-cut dry-fried mushrooms, and grilled leeks??
that's that real real new new.
i mean it-
the whole monochrome mound was in full flavorful force with each and every bite.
that's dominant elite expertism, for the equinox, y'all.
believe it.
what's up with those brussels sprouts?
i'll TELL you what's up with those brussels sprouts-
i made some homestyle slow-simmered agave-nectar-sap-slapped tempeh bacon bits,
and i drizzled those dark brown-sugary smoky salty sprankles on a whole batch
of halved, steamed, baby cabbage balls.
that's what's up.
really.
naturally,
because i am not, in fact, actually a complete A*-hole,
i covered everything in from-scratch golden roux gravy
that was hand-whisked into a wonderful elation and elevation activation sensation
by my own two hands.
do you even understand what went on over here last night?
i made the mutha-effing MAGIC happen,
and it was all ready to serve and eat at precisely the exact same time.
timing, in comedy and in war and in dinner, is everything.
everything was expert,
and on this delicately balanced day of equanimitous even odds,
the light beat out the dark by a country mile.
autumn is here, and dinner is served, and all of it is really happening,
because what the heck else would be?
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i also decorated my mantle.
yep.
i mean,
it IS fall,
and rules is rules.
site-specific seasonally-appropriate color-coordinated crafty garlands
and wall hangings and apple-pumpkin-gourd, berry-acorn jauns are everywhere.
yuuuuup.
i doo-doo that faux-foliage-style sh!t.
it felt good to get that going.
it looks like maybe,
just maybe, i'm doing what i'm supposed to be doing.
there's a plan we can't see,
but if we follow the creases and the folds as it opens up before us,
we'll all probably end up where we belong.
....just as long as when we arrive, we get what we've earned,
instead of just getting what we deserve.
i doubt i could take that beating and walk away of my own volition.
ouch.
hard styles, hard work, and hard heads;
heavy hands, heavy hearts, and heavy burdens-
some things never change,
and others progress so slowly it takes forever to notice the difference.
luckily,
the seasons are clearly defined up here,
and the passage of external time lets us all know where we're headed;
never quiet, never soft.....