i can't help it.
i'm skinny.
so the low temperature F*s with me more often than not.
huh?
oh, sure, i bundle up and hunker down
and do all sorts of heat-generating activities for sure.
but,
when i get a deep-down serious cold feeling,
regardless of what sort of sweater i'm wearing
whilst sitting right up next to the woodstove, even-
i need something extra-special to reactivate the hottness
that smolders against the frosty rime of hard styyles
surrounding every second of this miserable winter.
-
....and the thing of it is,
i usually really like winter.
weird.
whatever.
y'know what i always like,
with no mind paid to the rising of falling of the mercury?
.......yup.
that's right- it's treats!
i mean, getting little tatsy treats is good for you.
and if you can't hang out with vegan baked greats??
well....
that's exactly it- you can't hang out.
sorry, neighbors,
but weak sauce is not invited to the kitchen table.
fresh cakey coconutty brownies, however?
they're the guest of honor-
so they'll be there for sure.
check the breakfast-made-of-chocolate-type teleport:
vegan cream chee' goobieblops on top?
yeah.
half swirled and whorled into the batter,
a custom-blended smooth jauns,
cut into tapioca and egg-replacery whipped wetness,
with sugar and vanilla all stirred up in it,
all together, ready to get expert
all up in all y'all's mouths.
no, really, i'm serious.
chocolate chips and chocolate syrup glaze
and a generous splash of double chocolate hot cocoa mix
and all of it before nine a.m. because wasting time won't be tolerated.
there are moves to make and cakes to bake
and days to span and times to activate....
duders,
it's all really happening,
the rolling collection of convection confections from my hot oven;
the roaring fire in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress;
the shivering skin on my spindly arm and leg stalks;
every last bit of it is the long and short of really real life.
it's not the biggest nor the most beautiful,
but there's always more;
never quiet, never soft.....
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