TOO MUCH!!!

so,
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.
however,
i always have time for pancakes.
YUP!
because pancakes are the solution to most problems.
pancakes, man.
that's what you need.
so,
for mutha's day brunch,
i made myself a fat stack of 'em,
and celebrated all these mothers, all by myself.
yeah.
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....
for realsies,
everybody sort of just blows out a bunch of babies early on,
and then,
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.
but,
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!
c'mon.
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.
wait.
actually,
*i* was totally psyched to savagely savor and ferociously feast and demonically devour
each and every last morsel on that tasty plate.
HELL YEAH!!
guys,
i just love pancakes,
and these jauns were almost health.
uh-huh.
spelt and oat bran were prominently featured in the batter.
you wanna know what else went into the mix?
ok.
here's the blueprint:
-
*
MAMACAKES!
-
in a medium mixin' bowl,
whisk together:
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;
-
add
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.
expert.
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.
no
'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?
broskis,
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.
seriously.
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?
mmhmm.
*
too much is the right amount, right?
damned 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.
i did.
with a tablespoonful of hemp heart sprankles,
for upgrading all the secret nutrients, an' stuff like that.
how was it?
amazing.
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.
um.
wait.
maybe not.
***********
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.....