let 'em.

duders,
it's got to be time to get busy baking again.
those Rock Bloxxx from 11/11 are all already long gone,
so, then the question becomes:
where the F* are all the all-new treats at?
y'know?
i know.
neighbors,
THIS is what november looks and feels like:

indeed.
here in the woodsly goodness of new hampshire's
northeastern borderland-style mountainous climes,
it's a cold hard landscape.
the only thing that helps?
color-coordinated baked greats for our mutha-lickin' faces.
i started with a basic barbarian blondie-type thick-set cakey batter,
and i spiced it up with lots of cinnamon.
once all the brown sugar, and i mean all the brown sugar,
was dissolved into the warmed soymilky/butterish vanilla'd wetness,
there were a few oats, a tiny bit of coconut, and pureed pecans added in.
i mean,
sometimes you need a little extra rib-stickin' delicious density
all up inside your already expert treats.
that's a thing.
mapled-up diced walnuts and chopped dried cranberries also
feature prominently within the crumb of that beige and fudgy freshness.
yeah.
i'm not actually an A*-hole, after all,
so i make sure to put too much stuff into too small of a square of fanciness.
like,
how i added some super-creamy white frosting,
and a pinch or eleven of even more dried cranberries,
and a splash of silver-style sprankles on top.
that's right, friends.
if it doesn't go too far,
it's like i'm not actually even trying.
i'm only interested in everything elite,
everything over-the-top,
and everything that makes sure that all y'all know,
without a doubt,
that i'm showboating and big-timing and grandstanding in front of my oven.
uh-huh.
that's the only way.
***********
aaaaaaaand,
that's november for you.
the worst month?
i think so.
there's been neil young nonstop on the stereo for a week.
there's been lazy mornings and lazier nighttimes.
there's been colder beds and dirty kitchens,
and layers and layers and layers of fabric in every direction.
there's been freestyle hard styles inventing new ways
to break hearts, burn bridges, and beat ourselves up.
it's all really happening, after all-
still,
even in november,
there are bright and sweet spots.
it's never really all that easy,
but it's never really all THAT bad.
real talk?
really;
never quiet, never soft.....