SNOWMAN!

man, another snow day took it's toll.
the ice dams on my roof have blocked up the flow of the floe,
and there's water coming INside the kitchen.
that's not good, guys.
so, when it gets a little light out, i'll be climbing on the roof with melty stuff and a hammer,
and chopping and chipping away at the 'bergs on the eaves.
remedying this less-than-ideal happening.
uh-huh.
big fun.
shoveling is tiresome, but it's what happens when you live in the woodsly goodness.
i'll be shoveling my way to the back of the house,
before i start climbing up onto tables, ladders, and chairs, to access the obstruction on my roof.
there's lots of work to do.
everywhere, and always.
i get a little overwhelmed (just a little tiny baby bit) by how much sh!t
perpetually needs to get done around here.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is a heck of a place to live,
and it doesn't need much-
but what it needs, it desperately needs, and demands immediate action to repair.
i love a big old busted manse, neighbors.
and i'm sure happy to wake up here every day.
the thing is-
i don't wanna dig a path and smash ice all morning.
i mean, i'm gonna;
but i'd rather be baking something delicious
than hanging off of something dangerous.
real talk.
yesterday,
i made myself some manly morning glory for breakfast.
it helped with the ennui of winter, for sure.
check the teleport:

BURLY GRIDDLEJACKS!!
mmmmmmmmm.
i need good food to get myself activated for the day, duders.
that's no joke.
and these fat stacks on stacks were just what i needed to make the magic happen.
shoveling was easier.
dog walks were warmer.
tattoos were smoother.
everything was more expert thanks to a bellyful of hearty oaten panniecakes!
the recipe for these jauns has been written and rewritten a LOT on this blog
over the last ten or more years.
i'll skip it this time if that's alright with you?
word.
i had exxxtra-darrrrrk real new hampshire maple syrup on 'em.
rules is rules, fools.
y'can't expect me to eat 'em dry.
and you seriously can't expect me to use brown corn syrup like some kind of an A*-hole.
i mean,
c'mon.
don't be dumb.
...and that's a scoople of a la mode coconut ice cream up on there, too.
yup.
i want alllll the good stuff at once.
that's non-dairy coconut whippy cream on the side.
AND powdery sugar sprankles.
too much is the right amount.
that's all that i ever want, kids.
MORE, and MORE, and then a lil baby bit MORE.
yummmm.
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my pancakes always have oats in 'em,
and they for sure have unsweetened coconut,
and you know they gotta have vanilla in there, too.
i want fancy sweet cakes, not boring beige bummers.
that's a fact.
and if i can, i'm gonna make 'em shapes.
i like a form-poured batter scene, friends.
i use all the copper cookie cutter guides to make sure my jacks are exxxtra-pretty.
on the ones,
if i'm gonna get super-powered by pancakes, they should charge up my eyes first.
then my mouth, followed by my whole skeleton body, bruh.
*
and just like *that* january is done.
i feel like it flew by at a breakneck pace.
i hear folks around me talking about how looooooooong this month seemed,
but i didn't get that at all.
it's already over.
too fast.
too soon.
and now, we're headed into a polar vortex of blisteringly biting blood-freezing cold,
and also B.H.M.,
and also valentine's day is right around the corner,
and i haven't made ANY hearts yet!
february is right here, at the entryway, waiting like a vampire to be invited in.
and like a vampire, it pretty much sucks.
however,
the bright spots will have to shine through,
and the warmth of home will have to save the day,
because it's cold outside, and that's no joke.
winter is in F*ing full effect,
and the slightly longer lightness of each day is counteracted by the plummeting temperatures
that threaten to snap off my ears and sear my nostrils shut.
it's all really happening, and none of it is easy,
but i s'pose that's the way it's s'posed to be,
or else, why the eff would it ever even be like that?
this is What Is, and that's all there is to it;
never quiet, never soft.....