Friday, April 17

cake baking.

square cups of cake.
uh-huh.
squares, blocks, cubes...y'know-
righteous right-angled rectangular round-frowning freshness,
for your face.
they're like cupcakes, without papers, but with corners.
i like the way they look,
i like to eat them,
and that's the truth.
what's up with today's treats?
well,
they're square, obviously.
mmmhmmmm.
and they're hearty, and a little heavy, and a whole lot of the hottness.
yup.
check the squares-of-derring-do-doo-doo-type teleport:
aw, yeah!
because a little brick of buttery barbarian brown sugar sexxiness
is always gonna be at the top of my to-do list.
oatmeal and brown sugar, hold the cinnamon, and add the vanilla?
that's what's up, neighbors.
i wanted something a little burlier,
and a smidge more substantial than some
ordinary everyday cake time.
it gets cold at night up here in the woodsly goodness.
april ain't for the sunny-side-lookers,
it's for the really-real hard-stylists.
that's a thing.
but,
when is treat time, and how is it almost all the time,
when there's never enough time?
i'm sayin'-
what goes on in my kitchen in the mornings?
ummmm, for starters,
there's usually Tea'N'Toast.
that's number one.
after that,
i F* with that cakey business until it's got enough goodness glommed together
to make even the most cynical suckholes say 'word up'.
word up.
a lot of frosting gets whipped up over here-
in this case,
a whole batch of chocolate, for the middle of each cake,
and the top, to hold onto a whole bunch of spring sprankles.
y'know,
to activate a little bitty bit more
of that springtime warm-up come-up jauns,
indeed,
a little pastel patch of pebbles is just what i wanted in each bite.
of course,
there's also a goobieblop of chocolate frosting on top of that,
and a cute little linzertorte leaf,
for that extra-extra eleven-style freaky sh!t.
treats are an important part of every day.
fact.
and the little extras,
like cookies and swirls,
are as integral to activating an expert day
as the hard grind of a movie-check chucking chunk of tattoo hours,
or a deliciously dope deluxe dinnertime.
all the pieces fit together,
and the small details are the linchpins in the big picture.
it all matters,
and it's all really happening.
the treats are good;
the weather is not;
the days are long;
the nights are longer;
the styles stay hard;
and time gets shorter the more of it there is;
never quiet, never soft.....

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