the bigness.

big breakfast.
that's my thing.
at least,
when i'm up and at 'em,
and busy being a high-performance morning person,
in the wee and small hours of the early morning,
i like to power up with a powerful punch of that big action.
mmhmmm.
regular Tea 'N' Toast is good, of course,
but when i've got a lovely lady at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
and she's got the day off,
and i'm already ready already, to jump off with some burly nutrients,
and some sensual sustenance,
and a whole mess of g.p.o.p'd tofu.......
well,
that's when the regular jauns get turned up to eleven,
and we bust out the waffle iron an' that.
word up, neighbors.
check the big-breakfast-type teleport:

yeah!!
a round and wonderful coconutty oatmeal waff',
drizzled with real maple syrup,
and topped off with toasted pecans and powerful pow-powdered sugar.
oh, MAN!
that's expert.
and when the nootch-blasted turmeric-tinted tofu scramboo-ya
is right there, sitting shotgun,
with all kinds of single-side-sear right on those lightly tossed chunks?
your brain gets all fuzzy, like when you're happy?
is that what happiness feels like.
i really can't rightly say....
but i CAN tell you that if your scrambo isn't reppin' paprika on the low-low,
you don't know sh!t from eagles' eggs.
that's no joke.
i got the brickish bracks on there too.
yup.
premade, probably pretty bad for you,
crispy-bacon-adjacent smoky flavored doom strips.
i hit 'em with a little syrup to offset the deep disappointment of their cardboard texture.
nice.
and you know my winter-appropriate stark white tree mug
is thick with a hot cuppa irish breakfast tea.
i doo-doo that specific sauce for sippin' on,
because it is one of the best.
i could've used my signature pancake breakfast blend....
but,
we had waffles.
i mean, really-
oh.
c'mon, now-
don't be a jerk and start using the wrong sh!t for the wrong reasons.
site-specificity has been a thing since that turdbiting gallery show
happened back in minneapolis a long time ago.
real talk,
our site-specific lexicon was the best thing to come out of that experience
by a country mile, kids.
i love it whenever i can add new vocabulary joints to my daily routine,
especially when it implies an applicable principle....
...like using the correct F*ing tea at breakfast.
uh-huh.
i'm like that.
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anyway,
it's windy.
like,
so windy.
and by that i mean, like, SO SOOOOOO windy.
and wind, my friends, is the suckiest suck that ever blew.
i HATE it.
a lot.
i hate it the most, actually.
wind is an A*-hole.
yep.
i know i've said that before,
and i assure you, i'll say it again.
when it's this bitter biting brutal bone-slicing bastard b!tchbag bombast bomb-blast
of erosive air wrecking everything around me,
and also wrecking me,
and also also kind of sneaking inside from outside.
that's no good.
i like big breakfasts,
but i hate big air currents.
i loaded up on lumberjack food,
but i'm still shivering,
and all i can hear is the howl of the wind though the trees.
it's loud, it's fresh, and it's hard as heck,
but,
it's still a huge A*-hole,
and i can't wait for this crap to take it easy,
and let the low temperatures relax and regroup,
instead of dropping them beyond the point of hypothermic fingernumberwang;
never quiet, never soft.....