breakfasting.

whenever i get up early,
which is always,
i feel like i should be using those wee small hours,
the ones when nobody else is around,
to get especially busy doing things that nobody else is doing.
y'know?
like,
baking scones.
that's not something everybody does.
i do it,
because i like 'em,
and because that's about the only way i'm gonna get a vegan breakfast treat
into my facehole first thing in the a.m.
that's for sure, and that's for really real.
so,
i took a bunch of butterish,
like, a stick and some change,
and a quarter cup of vegan creamchee',
and a punch of sugar,
a blast of tapioca,
and three cups of whole wheat flour,
and i creamed it all together into a crumbly chunky mess.
then i fired in some cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, and allspice,
three quarters of a cup of vanilla soy yogurt,
three quarters of a cup of vanilla almond milk,
a dash of vanilla extract, salt, baking pow-pow and baking soda,
and had myself some dough.
the thing is,
i also added a cup of chopped dried cranberrries,
and a cup of big fat raisins,
and a cup of sliced almonds,
because anybody can have a plain ol' scone,
but experts want the deluxxxurious jauns.
i mean, if i'm already doing it,
i should probably take it to eleven, right?
you know this, man.
mmmhmmmm.
and i folded it,
and i turned it,
and i folded it,
time after time after time times ten or more times after that,
and i had the makings of a flaky, firm, burly, hearty hottness for a cool winter morning.
word.
check the teleport:

yeah!
i rolled it out,
 and cut circles from the pressed and compressed cakiness i'd cultivated.
that's what's up.
biscuits.
breakfast biscuits.
because the scone zone wasn't quite fancy enough.
it's never enough, though, is it?
no way,
and because too much is the right amount,
i beat 'em up with two kinds of nicey-nicely-done icing.
yuuuuup.
cinnamon ginger circles,
and almond stripes.
how good are they?
well,
they look amazing,
at least, they do in my informed and experienced opinion,
but,
they taste megatons more rad than that!
boom.
how many did i munch up?
too many.
which is to say,
precisely as many as i could fit, somewhat uncomfortably, down the hatch,
as quickly as possible.
that's my problem, kids-
i want MORE, always,
but there isn't enough room.
i start my days off super-full,
and try to fit everything else in edgewise.
spare time is something i have only the very fuzziest, foggiest recollection of.
there's too much to do, at all times,
and only half of it ever gets done.
at least i've got fruit and nuts and cakey, flaky breads to munch on
while i run around all day.
cooking and baking and making stuff up.
that's my favorite part.
also,
listing things.
i really like doing that, too.
oh,
and adjectives.
i F*ing love those.
and eating.
eating copious quantities of indulgent and delicious delicacies.
that's my perfect day,
add in some art, some music, some reading, some dog walking,
and maybe some actual exercise?
just give me a few more hours.
like, a 27 hour day,
and i'll be in good stead-
until then,
it's more, and more, and more,
but not quite enough,
not yet;
never quiet, never soft.....