Thursday, September 25

sweets for your bitter self.

dried cranberries?!
yeah!!!
they're delicious.
y'know what else is pretty good?
chocolate chips.
y'know what's even better?
chocolate CHUNKS.
yup.
and when you throw in a burly dose of chopped-up walnuts,
and add even more of 'em as sprankles,
what you've got then is a big ol' batch of being expert.
mmmhmmm.
check the teleport:
y'wanna know a secret?
i eschewed the orange,
and supplanted lemon in it's place.
holy sh!tballs, neighbors-
that was the best choice i've made in ages.
i mean,
everything lemon is dope,
and walnuts and chocolate are both in love with lemons,
and cranberries need lemons, too-
like double-bitter brothers from other mothers.
that means i did something triple good.
and very proud i am at the results!
breakfast for my face is what i've accomplished,
but then again,
burly barbarian bakery business is what i'm all about.
so, gettin' over on that first-meal magic is fundamental,
but bringing the thursday thunder to the oven was gonna go down anyway.
so, really,
when you think about it like that-
expert is as expert does in this Folk Life & Liberty test kitchen.
word up.
a slice is nice, surely, but two plus two equals foremost activation.
yuuuup.
overdoing it on the slabs of sexiness is the way to go.
and my mouth is en route to that destination, too.
i love eating treats,
and i love baking treats,
and i'm in love with this morning.
tea and fancy slices make for all good things until noon.
it's not optimism if you stack the deck in your favor-
it's logistic predetermination.
that's today.
cultivating all the big fun and better times.
that's a thing.
today is the day,
and it's destined for greatness;
never quiet, never soft.....

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