still going strong.
it's blueberry season in the woodsly goodness,
and to celebrate,
we're using nature's bounteous treats while the getting is good.
i even got to use my tart shaper with expert efficacy.
check the teleport:
we doo-doo that family-style kitchen collective hottness jauns.
me and harvest and maple and the cucch know what's up.
up like what?
how about cream chee' puff pastry in teensy-weentsy tiny mini cup size?
blueberry compote with crazy saucy soft purple magic?
blueberry frosting, extra butteryish and swirly?
tart tuesdays have been a blast, kids-
but there may be a tuesday bakery switch-up starting in august.
there's still another week's tart activation,
so don't shed a salt tear just yet.
it's our last night together as a team for a while.
we're a helluva crew, too.
worthy warrior poets one and all.
the whole team spanned this most recent full-style moon,
waxed and stacked and attacked with lunatic rays from space
and all kinds of savage stormswept battle-beastly berserker fury.
we are one well-oiled wolfpack of active participants.
it's always a hard style lasting one last evening,
knowing that we're out of time, and headed towards weaker sauces
and waterbabyish-er places tomorrow.
real life unfolds, y'all.
like it or not and ready or not and willing or not.
it's all really happening.
i'm grateful for the time i have been given,
every moment has been worth a damn,
every minute has been what i needed,
every day was a little less awful than the one before it.
i'm all by my lonely all over again,
but hard times and long nights go together like tarts and tuesdays.
unfolding secret universal origami blueprints?
never quiet, never soft.....