when the avocado scene at the grocer has a new feature
called 'ripe now',
with nothin' but dark-green-skinned ready-to-go jauns
right there, begging to get scoopled and mashed and spread on toast?
man, you'd be a real A*-hole to miss out on a perfectly ripe butter pear, y'know?
and am i an A*-hole?
i got homemade bread, and smooooooth avocado,
and i got to work.
IT LOOKS A LITTLE HIPPIE, BUT IT TASTES FORTUNE 500!!
i get expert with it.
sliced sweet baby grape tomatoes, and crispy, crawchy mini cukes!
pea shoots and cilantro sprigs and pink salt and black pepper and sriracha flakes!
olive-oil toasted pumpkin seed sprankles!
i even freaked it off with scallion and red onion magic.
YEAH, NERDS, THAT'S TOUGH!!
i mean, we WANT flavor.
that's the point.
and lemme tell you-
those slices of white mountain oatmeal sourdough, fresh baked from scratch?
the bread is important, too.
...dark and crusty,
with an open crumb and a lotta love poured in and kneaded through.
good bread makes better people,
and homemade tastes better.
not every loaf is the world's best,
but when they're right, they're righteous.
and those're the ones that make me crave that TOAST, bruh.
it's all really happening.
from sun up to well past dark,
there's so much to do.
i tossed out bags upon bags upon bags of stuff yesterday morning,
and it's barely noticeable.
mostly, because i have all these things, and with or without 'em,
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress looks the same.
i gotta break down some barriers, or break down the walls,
but there needs to be change for the better...
and getting rid of possessions is a start,
but that's lessening....and we know the object is MORE.
too much is the right amount,
i think it just needs to start being better stuff.
so, that's the next phase of the voyage to self-improvement.
better stuff, better actions, better art, better life;
never quiet, never soft.....