baking it away.

coconut,
ground walnuts,
crushed almonds,
cinnamon,
confectioners sugar,
pretendy butters,
agave syrup,
a splash of maple syrup,
smashed up flax seeds,
vanilla bean paste,
and a splash of cider.....
cook it in a pot,
pack it in a mini-muffin cup,
bake it in an oven.
what do you end up with?
this:

fancy-style macaroons.
they spent most of the day stuck in their little tins,
each cup clutching the coconut and never letting go.
the tightest death-gripped hug for each and every one of 'em.
however,
all that not giving up on their part
didn't stop me from squishing them until they had no fight left.
they held on and on until the bitter end,
but sometimes you still lose for all the effort, y'know?
yeah.
i'm kind of a d!ck sometimes, it seems-
but,
i also get to have super-fancy crispy crusted macaroons.
in my face, down into my belly.
if i hadn't broken up their relationship,
i'd have missed out on all the magic i made...
F* that.
reinforcing negative behavior is what i'm best at, neighbors.
that's a thing.
*
baking makes me calmer.
really.
you already know that.
these days,
facing the full fat face of a full flippin' moon,
and a long set of days
leading up to a long flippin' weekend
down in connecticut?
baking is saving the day.
hard.
there's blood and there's sugar and there's hot fire.
...on the inside;
never quiet, never soft.....