here's the thing-
i don't ever really see anybody.
i'm busy doing stuff,
and i'm busy making things.
basically, i've got actions to take and moves to make,
and that makes sitting around hanging out a difficult proposition to accept.
i always have time for pancakes.
because pancakes are the solution to most problems.
that's what you need.
for mutha's day brunch,
i made myself a fat stack of 'em,
and celebrated all these mothers, all by myself.
i think i made the right call, y'all-
that's the thing about the woodsly goodness.
there are no shortage of mothers i could've called upon....
everybody sort of just blows out a bunch of babies early on,
you just have to look at those little jerks all the time.
that's cool, i s'pose.
i don't hate kids-
but i don't want to spend much time with any that aren't mine.
and where there's kids, there's moms,
and on mom's day,
that's sort of a big deal.
instead of spanning space and time with others' mothers,
i just ate a whole mess of panniecakes, shaped like hearts,
with tiny little dark chocolate F*ing chips in them.
i think i chose wisely.
check the teleport:
WORD TO YOUR MOMS!
if i was the type to be more social, somebody might've been psyched
to munch up on this magnificent morning meal in all it's decadent glory.
*i* was totally psyched to savagely savor and ferociously feast and demonically devour
each and every last morsel on that tasty plate.
i just love pancakes,
and these jauns were almost health.
spelt and oat bran were prominently featured in the batter.
you wanna know what else went into the mix?
here's the blueprint:
in a medium mixin' bowl,
1/2 cup flour;
1/3 cup spelt flour;
1/4 cup oat bran;
1/2 tsp salt;
3 T raw sugar;
2 tsp baking powder;
1 tsp baking soda;
3 T melted vegan butterish;
1 cup lemon-juice-curdled non-dairy milk;
1 tsp vanilla;
1 T agave;
get it all together, gently, and let it rest an hour in the fridge.
you may need more 'milk, that's normal, oat bran is thirsty.
on a medium high heated pan, pour the batter, obvi,
but, like, into greased non-stick molds, in the shape of your heart's desire-
in this case-literally hearts,
and drop those chocolate chips on top.
flip 'em when they're fluffed and bubbly,
and remove the forms after a minute.
y'know what that means?
it means you've got pancakes on your hands, bro.
powdered sugary shortcake-styled berries reemerged from the fridge
for a special guest appearance among these pannies.
as did a whole bunch of buh-nay-nay-noonoos.
'naners, man. you know what's up.
and naturally, because rules is rules,
real new hampshire maple flippin' syrup.
they were too damned dope.
that's real talk.
and that hash?
oven roasted potatoes, baked at 450℉ for 30 minutes....
i had bread in the oven, so i multipurposed that space to activate those spuds.
fried up with sweet onion and tempeh,
GPOP, black pepper, olive oil, smoked paprika, and a little cilantro,
then upgraded with fresh golden grape tomatoes-
on the ones, a good homefried hash can really turn up the volume on brekkie.
this sh!t was so loud fresh and hard i had to hum a long while i ate.
the skillet game is super-proper over here at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
medium high heat and caramelization, patience, and gluttonous anticipation.
that's all anybody really needs, y'know?
too much is the right amount, right?
that's why the there's a bowl if tofu scrambo, as well.
i mean, c'mon.
what's a big brekkie with that 'fu, fool?
i love it.
Garlic Powder, Onion Powder, pink salt, black pepper,
a pinch of paprika, a blast of nutritional yeast,
olive oil, and turmeric, in totally eyeballed proportions,
make exxxtra-firm tofu into exxtra-sexxy scramz.
but, then i turned it up to eleven, kids.
with a tablespoonful of hemp heart sprankles,
for upgrading all the secret nutrients, an' stuff like that.
how was it?
what do hemp hearts taste like?
scrambo, in this instance.
i couldn't discern much in the way of a new flavor for my face.
just as well, since i was spooning it all in so fast, anyway.
MORE breakfasts, MORE hearts, MORE fruit, MORE moms.
walking in the rain is on the morning menu today, again.
there will be neither singing, nor dancing,
and that's a fact.
this little life of mine?
i wouldn't even know where to begin to make it shine...
i know, it's 'light',
but only in songs.
up here, it's both dark and heavy,
and it while it weighs a ton,
i'm carrying on, soaked and shivering,
before i get back to work,
or something resembling it.
it's all really happening,
i can't quite put my finger on what it is,
but i know it's expanding and elapsing all around us;
never quiet, never soft.....