choco-frosting, 'ellow cake.

hells yeah!
what makes it all better,
when it's been hot and hard and long?
(that's what SHE said?
im speaking of a day of doo-doo buttery zip-zaps, obviously...
yes, indeed.
it's cake.
the magical cure-all for what ails you.
hands hurting from tatzapping all week?
sore back and empty wallet from the garden adventures?
late nights and hard styles from summer vacation frustration?
try the cake, duders.
it'll set you right, and align your sh!t with the universal plans...
look:

boom-shaka-laka, sucka-lickas.
double-whipped homemade cocoalicious frosting,
and fluffy yellowish cake.
second time is the charm, my ninjas.
in just one week,
in the woodsly goodness,
we've perfected the recipe.
cake.
super-delicious, super-thick slabs of sugary sweet celebration.
oh man,
you know you really like it.
on the real,
check the whippity-whappity choco-slappity sludge
we spread on that sz'huan-style circle:

so light, delicate, delectable, and semi-melted marshmallowy;
all aerated and oxygen-rich an' that.
not to mention fattie-boombattie in the big brown business department.
and it tastes pretty flippin' bangin' at the same dang time.
i'm kind of in love with little things.
or big things in small packages.
or simple pleasures.
or ALL of that.
or something.
at any rate, im lovin' every forkful of face-chomping shark-gluttony.
less chewing, more eschewing proper table manners,
and a filthy bellyful of stinging frostingy flavor.
now,
let me tell you about vegan buttermilk.
it's neither butter nor milk, but it is important.
lemon juice, vanilla soymilk, and oil.
whisked with the briskness to gather together into pure thickness.
huh?
does that really make a difference?
whaaat?
what are you? an A*-hole?
c'mon.
of course it does.
don't be custarded. (that's custard-'tarded, y'all)
look inside this cakey hottness:

now you just try to tell ME that that doesn't look like
some loud, fresh, moist deliciousness.
9" x 5" x 47#.
(that's forty-seven pounds, shorthanders)
okay, a slight exaggeration, but if you've had vegan cake before,
then you probably know what time it is...
...heavy o'clock.
dense, like a mutha-b!tch, for sure,
but still some crucial birthday batter-up type action.
if you don't like cake,
well, you're not invited, anyway.
that's a fact.
the whole day went to eleven, and so did dessert.
i'd not have it any other way.
***********
it's our friday here in the Folk Life world.
the tuesday weekend is almost ready.
we're here.
we're ready.
surrounded by trees and kids.
and cake.
summer somehow seems to screen us from all of y'all.
the waterbaby 'saucery just can't compete with all this nature.
city living in summer?
i can't hang out.
really real life is too busy happening,
in the gardens,
one shovelful of soil at a time.
take small feel-good comfort in public transportation,
and specialty grocers;
but remember,
nature wins.
every time;
never quiet, never soft.....