rich.

awwwwwwwww.
hearts on hearts on hearts.
what do you guys know about sugar stencils?
oh.
well,
it's not exactly the next big thing,
but sometimes,
it just happens to really happen.
and it's kinda cute, if it's heart shaped.
awwwwwwwww
(see?)
check the cookie-cuttin'-pattern-type teleport:

c'mon!
don't even try to hate on that business.
i know you like it.
i doo-doo that literally-sweet-nothings sh!t.
seriously.
i just washed it all off after i took the picture.
hahaha.
i had to dust up the tops, though.
that's no joke.
y'all ever been to linz, austria?
me neither.
but i know those cakey nutty baker-philosophers
wrote the first cake recipe in recorded history.
no foolin'.
the linzertorte is a venerated and celebrated nutty and buttery
sugary explosion of old-timey hottness.
and the tops of the little tartlets get ka-pow-powdered, kids.
teleport:

you'd better recognize that i'm not messing around over here.
almond flour?
i GOT they.
little tiny shapes for poppin' out the middles?
i got THEY, too.
expert recognize expert, right?
so if you know what's up,
you know what's up.
(get it?)
*
but, neighbors-
how many sticks of butter-style yellow rectangle jauns
is too many?
depends.
hahaha.
you weren't expecting that, huh?
i mean,
sure,
too much is better than not enough.
but sometimes,
when you're scanning a recipe for rough quantities,
before veganizing and deviating, and activating.
there's a little hesitant breath where you wonder-
first,
am i an A*-hole for looking at this recipe?
second,
how much more expert would this be
with so much more of all the bad-for you bits?
uh huh.
no jokes.
a little variation on the sugar,
and increase in the butterishness,
a splash of vanilla no mater what.....
all the little things that make sure that the weak sauce
of a written list of itemized ingredients
and quantified cups and spoonfuls can't accommodate.
y'know?
you get a general idea of oven temperature, maybe;
or a feeling of how a classic treat is supposed to be, perhaps;
or how many dozens you'll be playin' snaps on.....
and then Folk Life ingenuity takes it all up to eleven.
yeah.
anyway,
blueberry is not the traditional fruity jammie-jam for jamming
in between the two layers of buttercookied sugarnut delight.
but i like blueberry,
so that's the way it had to happen.
finished product shot?
okay.
check the pun-type teletorte:

yuuuuuuuuuup.
lemon zest and juice and oil an' that,
and cinnamon,
and brown sugar as well as white,
and so much extra not-exactly-butters.
holy flippin' crap, kids-
they're good.
you knew they would be and you were right.
that probably feels pretty good, huh?
well,
being right is not as good as that plate of baked greats tastes.
that's a thing.
oh, sure, you can have some...
...but i still don't make deliveries.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is awaiting your arrival,
and there will always be treats when you get here.
rules is rules, and there's no gettin' away from it.
it's all really happening,
and it's all happening in here;
never quiet, never soft.....