breakfasts.

it's the most important meal, they say.
i dunno about all that,
but i'm pretty sure i need some nutrients sometimes.
y'know?
mmhmm.
like,
if i can let the batter get busy with some vegan sour cream,
and maybe a pinch or a punch or two of sugar,
and pan-fry a cake or three in some pseudo-butter,
and then amp it all up a bit more with real maple syrup,
and even a soywhip shot of swirled cream jauns,
then,
maybe it IS important after all.
i wouldn't want to fight my way through another small skirmish
in this losing brushfire battle i call my day-to-day on an empty stomach.
would i?
no way.
check the stalwart-stack-type teleport:

yeah.
thick ones, neighbors.
that's good for my face.
i like when the top and the bottom flipsides are just the littlest bit crispy,
and the inside has the steamy lofty soft fluffiness.
i love panniecakes, and that's just the way it is.
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eating food is important.
i'm not even proselytizing about vegan nerdism.
it's important because we need to to do it.
and i want what i eat to be involved,
and semi-complicated for all it's simplicity,
and i want it to take time to prepare,
so that mindfulness and intention and focus are all in there, too.
i need my food to be incredibly favorful,
and good-lookin' and impressive,
and i want the presentation to be a key element when applicable.
i love eating food,
and i want what i rebuild my body out of to be what i'm rebuilding myself into.
y'know what i mean?
i am what i eat,
but only because it's intricate and excellent and expensive,
and it always has secret ingredients,
and approximations of what regular-A* duders are ingesting.
it's the undercover expertism of upgraded ingredients,
and the absence of doomsday death an' that.
that really makes it the most awesome part of my day.
i'm not doing it like everybody else,
but it still tastes better.
that's not even hubris, homies,
that's just a true story, told truly.
i rep a hard style,
making simulacrums of animal substances out of vegetables and minerals.
i'm an alchemist of mealtime transmutation, maybe?
ugh.
maybe not.
i'm in love with food,
but i have to do it the way i do it.
the harder way is the only way.
i swear i'm enjoying my time in the kitchen.
no.
really.
i swear.
loudly.
profanity makes it taste better.
that's a thing;
never quiet, never soft.....