i like waffles.
we had pumpkin cinnamon buckwheat waffles.
me and the cucch crushed a BIG breakfast,
to celebrate our day off together.
my hetero lifemate and spiritual other knows what's good,
and when i get a chance to cook him a hearty good morning,
you know i'd be a piece of sh!t host if i didn't.
and i can't hang out with the absence of gratitude and generosity,
and whatever other other viking virtues accompany that to the breakfast table.
we feasted in resplendent shark-gluttonous form,
and it looked a lot like this:
a good waffle can change your whole outlook on everything.
these did just that.
i think we might've had a fantasic(er) day due to the cinnamon infusion,
and the pumpkin seasonal octoberist hottness didn't hurt, either.
how'd i make 'em?
a handful of sugar,
a cup and a half of flour
1.5 tsp baking powpow, 1 tsp bakey soda,
3/4 tsp salt
1/2 cup oat flour-ground coconut combo, freshly made
1/2 cup buckwheat
1/2 cup pumpkin
1 cup of soymilk
2 tsp vanilla
4 T melted butts-
all mixed, rested, and thinned a baby-bit before use,
waffle irons are SO expert.
i love that i'm making crispy dented pancakes, and i'm not actually
even doing that much besides lowering and raising a lid.
and all that accompanying other stuff is a very necessary overindulgence as well.
maybe the weird premade brekkie sausage circles are negotiable,
but the scrambo?
tofu scram is a necessary part of the big b.
if you don't eff with scrambo, you might be a watery runny-nosed diaperbaby,
and that's just not cool, man.
crumbly, luscious superXXX firm tofu is key here-
with heavy GPOP, and nootch, and turmeric, and a little hot paprika, black pepper,
and that juicy upgrade of fresh cilantro to really sexxxify the palate???
yum4tum is what that's all about.
and oven-roasted crispy skin-on ho'sauced homeboy fries, \
with baby blue jauns and sweet onions AND scallions???
that's taking the 'tato scene to eleven, bro.
oh, and those buttery brown-sugar candied vanilla-kissed pecans?
if your sprankle game ain't that tight,
you might want to take a good long look at yourself,
and figure out what kind of person you really wanna be-
an activated and excellent warrior poet,
or a punk-A* b!tch.
take your time.
i'll just be here drizzlin' real maple syrup like a real new englander should,
and maybe even dusting some kapowdered sugs on top, too.
too much is the right amount.
and with a hot cuppa tea to sip while i shovel all that stuff into my shark-hole?
good times, with good people, over good food, makes for a good day.
i'm very grateful for the few folks who choose to span time
here with me in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
i know it's remote, and weird,
it's all really happening, regardless,
and i s'pose sharing that with my peoples is better than going it all alonely all the time.
the least i can do is fire up something delicious while we're together;
never quiet, never soft.....