BUNNY.

happy day.
or not.
hopefully, though,
it's a happy, hoppy, bunny baby big activation sensation for everybody.
yeah!
i know that we just crushed our brunchy bellyholes with
a spectacular serving of supreme holiday hotttness...
we did.
and it was wonderful.
food is really what i celebrate.
food is how i really celebrate.
and food is my favorite thing to tell you all about...
neighbors,
c'mon and check this teleport:

WORD.
we had it ALL, y'all,
and every last bit was expert.
i think big fat glutton-monstrous virtuosity might just be my latent mutant superpower.
at any rate,
i certainly don't detect any vulnerability when it comes to firing down vast quantities of
radical vegan eats.
tempeh bacon strips!
homemade vegan sausage!!
proprietary coconut-oatmeal griddleliscious luscious holiday-shaped hotcakes!!!
...and all of that truly elevated to heavenly heights by the inclusion of real maple syrup.
that's mandatory,
unless you are an A*-hole,
in which case, you can jus use the brown corn-style jemima jauns
to lubricate your b-hole while you shove your whole self directly up therein.
wu-TANG!
oh,
and those spicy hash-type homeboy homefries?
y'gotta make sure and splash them with ho' sauce,
to really get a good baby-burn crisp skin on the undersides.
that's a thing.
those got garnished with scallion sprankles.
i mean, c'mon.
a little more oniony goodness never hurt anybody.
mmmmmm.
potatoes, boiled and then added to butters and red onions,
with g.p.o.p. and black pepper, and a little baby bit of salt,
and a generous dose of paprika for tradition's sake.
that's the cure for understarched overdoings.
and it works wonders on any feeling of underfulfillment.
for realsies.
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all of that is all kinds of well and good,
but when it comes right down to the nittiest of grits, though,
it's that big slice of freshness that steals the show.
yup.
frittata be kidding if you can't hang out with that jammie-jam right there.
tofu, grilled onions, sauteed garlic, ground mustard, nootch, turmeric,
salt, pepper, olive oil, g.p.o.p., sage, thyme, tapioca,
a tablespoon or two of flour, and a pat of butter,
blended up into a paste.
that's be damned good on it's own,
but too much is the right amount,
and MORE is always the direction we head in,
so i also threw in red onion, fried bits of vegan roast, braised yellow bell pepper,
and fresh cut parsley,
and then spread it all out in a greased and floured pan.....
just so i could add some more black pepper, more olive oil, more g.p.o.p.,
and also a healthy layer of grilled asparagus, baby sweet tomatoes, more parsley,
and green onions.
YEAH!!!!
fresh baked and firm as F*.
brunching is not for sap-slappin' b!tchbags,
and no level of sin-sacrifice could've saved us from wimping out like weak diaperbabies.
luckily,
we always take it to eleven when it comes to food,
and even luckier still,
our synergistic synchronicity pulled the whole damned thing together.
i'm grateful for the easter basket my lady surprised me with,
i'm more grateful still for having such a lady in the first place.
this is What Is,
and all of it is really happening.
all expert, all honest, always in all ways expert.
that's the nature of the thing;
never quiet, never soft.....