Monday, July 13

neapolitan.

farewell cupcakes!
no,
not goodbye to cupcakes.
goodbye WITH cupcakes.
you've never heard of that?
well,
it's a thing, and i guess you're welcome for the update
and the insight into how things are done around here.
what did my daughters want to take home from new hampshire,
back to the suck-sauce of sh!t-salad connecticut?
obviously,
it was radical expert vegan baked greats from their dear old dad.
c'mon.
don't be dumb, neighbors...
so we made some, for the road.
we couldn't decide what flavor,
so we went with a crucial clincher,
and tripled our chances of getting the correct answer.
we represented on a neapolitan threesome,
and the finished product was totally correct in all the best ways.
check the chocolate-vanilla-and-strawberry-type teleport:
wooooooooosh!
you feel that?
that's the rush of new hottness blasting past your face as one of these
tasty treats fires itself into your big dumb mouth.
guys,
brown sugary vanilla bean cake,
with the moistest moisture and the springiest crumbs
is the only way to activate a single-serving portion of pure awesome.
and deep within each dense and delicious crumb cylinder,
there's strawberry magic waiting to introduce itself to a tastebud or twenty.
yup.
we whipped up a pastry creme, made more elite with strawberry jam,
powdered freeze-dried strawberries, lemon juice, and a pinch of vanilla.
that's riiiiiiiiiiight.
and, of course,
when that neapolitan jauns is the plan,
and vanilla and strawberry are already present and accounted for,
it's time for chocolate.
the frosting, kids.
the deeeeeeeeep dark cocoa and ground-chocolate goodness,
is so thick, and so creamy, and so so SOOO dang chocolaty,
it really elevates the overall level of dopeness by an order of magnitude.
that's no joke.
they almost didn't even need the tri-color sprankles.
almost.
i mean,
too much IS the right amount,
and doing less would've been incorrect.
can't hang with that, folks.
not today, and not when it's the summery legacy of a successful visit with my peoples.
rules is rules,
and family togetherness takes top priority in the treats-creating hierarchy.
my girlies want cakes, they get the big deluxe ones.
i'm not about to start short-changing 'em any time soon.
we bond over baking,
we deepen that bond in-between the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress
and the meeting places where we find ourselves exchanging goodbyes.
making the most of our togetherness means enjoying whatever we're doing,
the most we can imagine ourselves capable of.
forcing it, faking it, or fretting about any of it isn't going to improve anything.
it's always all of what's really happening that we appreciate the most.
our overlaps and interweaves are all that we've got to go on,
and we're all growing in to the best versions of ourselves
whenever we're together as a family.
small increments of incredible gains,
and larger impacts from smaller pictures are the way we're looking at our summer.
there's not enough of it.
i miss the sound of grumpy morning teenagers already.
so until next time,
they'll have to savor the sensation of a melt-in-their-mouth treat,
and i'll have to make due with whatever else is left behind.
this is it,
and there's more where that came from;
never quiet, never soft.....

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