cookiebutter.

biscoff biscuits are the SH!T!!
that's no joke.
so,
when they've been turned into a vegan peanut butter-style
spreadable cookie paste,
you know i'm all about it.
it's cookies turned into thick-as-heck frosting, neighbors.
maybe i'm not explaining it right-
it's cookies that you can spread on cookies!
or,
in today's instance,
cookie concentrate i can add to brownies.
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
biscoff baby bunny brownie bites, for everybody.
mmmhmmm.
check the teleport:

woooohoooo.
chocolaty, biscoff-y, and totally expert.
i made 'em in two sizes, too.
look closer,
there's itty-bitty-minis,
and then just plain ol' ittty-bitties.
awwwwwwwwwww.
btw,
it's april already...
...and that means we put flowers on our treat plates.
mmhmm.
it's the little things, along with those little things, that make this a big deal.
i like my brownies like i like my income levels, neighbors-
rich.
and these small packages have got that big movie check taste.
even the frosting has extra butts,
and it's reppin' that biscoff butts in it, too.
it's so dense and decadent,
creamy. dreamy, and silky-smooth,
that it's almost as if there's a whole independent treat living on top
of the cakey biscuit battered brownie block on the bottom.
daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn, it tastes good in the woodsly goodness today.
that's no joke.
and it's a day off.
and it's sunny.
and it's flippin' fuh-reeeeezing cold.
oh.
kinda lost it towards the end, there, huh?
no worries,
i've got ideas for sugary snacks,
and i'm thinking hard about a real foolish april dinner, too.
too much is the right amount,
and this wednesday is all about setting new standards in getting right.
***********
duders,
i'm spanning time,
and the expanses between the hours feel like they're shrinking.
i've been a hermit up here in the woodsly goodness for a good long while now-
so long, in fact,
that the people and the places that filled in the empty spaces are long gone
from my daily routine,
and it's all still really happening;
and what's more, it's somehow still going by too quickly.
too much to do, even when there's less going on?
that's a new one.
but,
the oven is baking away,
all damned day long,
and the longview is stacks on stacks on stacks of treats.
i got some new jams.
but really. though-
new jams.
like, with a hint of lemon in 'em an' that.
and i'm about to apply those jammies to some fresh new jauns.
i'm gonna try some thumbprints in muffin tins,
and see how that goes towards preventing overspread.
worst case scenario,
i'm about to pop off some jam-topped blops.
and that's definitely not such a bad thing.
what about a peanut butter mousse and chocolate creme tart?
sure.
i mean,
i've got ideas, all of a sudden, in a sugar-rushing flood tide of inspiration.
i want allllllll the sweetness,
before i let the bitter bite me to the bone.
yikes.
april fool's day,
and nobody is around to play tricks on me.
i s'pose i'll have to keep fooling myself into thinking that this Folk Life
is working out the way it was supposed to?
ew.
maybe i'll stick to making dinner and remaining delusional;
never quiet, never soft.....