eat well, eat often, eat much.

foooooooooooooood.
i love food,
it's what i look forward to whenever i'm not eating.
i think i may have an actual problem, neighbors.
there is no joy like the joy of cooking,
and as such,
there is usually no joy.
yikes.
the thing is,
i want MORE food all the time.
i do.
i need it, actually.
all this dog walking is working up a monstrous appetite,
and the usual amounts, which are already too much,
aren't quite cutting it anymore.
word up.
last night,
i made us some sandwiches.
guys,
we LOVE sandwiches, don't we?
yup.
and a crusty baguette, from the old village bakery,
in the old village down the street,
where they all LOVE crabtree,
and all work grinds to a halt for a lovely little interlude
with my dog and i?
that's a special loaf of goodness,
and if my sandwiches are starting out on a stacked deck,
how on this good green earth could they sh!t the bed from there?
that's just it, friends.
they couldn't, they wouldn't, and they didn't.
check the big-action-type teleport:

woooooooooooooooooooord.
herb-crusted earth-balance-buttery-fried tofu!
with an exceptionally expert tomato,
and kale-radish-scallion-parsley-carrot slaw,
and grilled leeks,
and sriracha hottness to activate all the nutrients.
c'mon.
a big ol' burly length of oiled and broiled bread,
with all those fixin's,
AND waffler fries,
AND more of that luscious slaw for our watering mouths???
dinner is my favorite one.
y'know why?
because it's the biggest,
and the most beautifullest....
and even though that's not what it's about,
it doesn't hurt to also be those things.
making something to eat is important.
i know there's some no-cookin'-A* muthas out there who disagree,
but,
well,
you're gross, and probably dumb,
and i bet you aren't easy on the eyes either.
i wish i didn't mean that,
it's just that rules is rules,
and you are what you eat.
go ahead, pick the onions out,
but that just means you're just not flavorful.
i don't decide these things,
it's just What Is,
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panniecakes?
always.
ampy-d and i tag-teamed a stack of 'em.
i started some batter,
and she made it matter,
and we both got fatter.
teleport:

yep.
real maple syrup, forever,
and flappin' jacks to jump off into the morning.
that's the way it should be,
so that's the way we doo-doo that panniecakin' powerhouse morning jauns.
mmmmmm.
you don't have to put oatmeal and coconut in your griddlers,
but,
if you don't,
you're seriously effing up,
and you might even be an A-hole.
no worries or anything-
that's just a friendly fair warning to tread carefully when it comes to panning well.
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so,
yeah-
i still eat a lot.
that's just what happens every day.
i get so few glimpses of happiness.
and i devour them...
...literally.
heck,
i even sometimes bite my dog's face.
i doubt he likes it,
but i'm interacting with the world through my fangs.
my hands have teeth, too,
so i'm chewing through words and deeds,
and restructuring deeds and mortgages,
and for the record,
when it comes to death pledges,
you know i'd prefer that you die.
what?
mort-gage:= death pledge.
that's a thing.
i'm redoo-dooing mine,
and eliminating all the filler,
so that it's all killer, all the time.
real world responsibilities burn off a whole lot of energy,
and that requires a whole lotta food.
which brings us back to dough-dough-dough.
this is it, and that's all there's ever gonna be;
never quiet, never soft.....