you corny.

hey there, neighbors!
it's that time.
yep.
cornbread o'clock.
check the just-baked-in-the-pan-still-type teleport:

mmmhmmm.
y'gotta make it early on in the thanksgiving preparations,
so it can sit around and stale up for a spell.
yeah.
because stuffin' and dressin' need thirsty crumbs, kids.
too moist, too fresh, and it just dissolves into mealy mush,
and on the ones, y'all-
i cannot, and i will not hang out with budget cornbread.
also,
i'm a northerner.
i mean it.
like,
i can't hang out too well with anywhere else.
northeastern united states,
northern new england,
northern new hampshire,
northER than north conway.....
and i rep my woodsly goodsly yankee doodles like a champion.
what i mean is-
i like my mutha-'ucking cornbread to be maple sweetened.
that's real.
and when it's time to get really real, and be real, and stay real,
it's all i can do to not clap my hands with gleeful cheer an' that.
true life active participation is what i want,
and it's what i need,
and not for nothin', but it's what the F* i DO, duders.
yep.
the little things,
like extra buttery hottness in that yellow batter,
or the eleven degrees hotter oven,
for the last eleven minutes of baking,
or the true grits in with the grains for textural diversity in every bite.....
i get involved,
because i give a sh!t.
...yeah,
i do.
it all matters, in the spirit of gratitude and generosity.
how much effort is expended is what increases the intrinsic value
of all that activation.
i want my daughters to have the best time,
and i want to eat the best food,
and i want our one-uppin' worthy warrior poetic family togetherness
to be the best part of the big picture.
i know i look forward to it for weeks on end, all year long.
a few have had the feast, and y'all already know what's up.
it's gonna be good, and it's already gotten underway.
that's the truth.
*
i get the girls tonight.
yeah.
harvest and maple,
my two brightest spots in these darkening days.
we will be together for all the big fun a whole day early,
at the expense of another 'nother half a day of derailed workweek.
uh-huh.
i sometimes forget,
out of sight, out of mind, and out of reach,
about all the diaperbaby seahorse sallycakes in
the flatlands from where i originally hail.
the mere suggestion of snow shuts down their whole world,
and the hintings and whispers of a flurry or even a fleeting flake,
will have the best-laid and firmed-up plans all going straight to hell.
i'll just say it now, so we're clear-
road-toad fearfruit waternancy drivers, your sauce is F*ing weak.
word up.
so,
now, we're meeting up and switching seats today.
tuesday in the car with dad.
that's it.
yes,
i'll get an extra day with my daughters, and that's expert,
but,
i'll lose a day and a half of doing everything else,
it all always costs more than i have,
and i always pay it early and in full.
life is expensive,
and time is at a premium.
i'm spanning and spending and spitting hot fire,
and all of it is really happening.
i wouldn't want anything else;
never quiet, never soft.....