blueberries and ice cream.

hey, neighbors!
sometimes i want cake for breakfast.
in fact, most of the time i want cake for breakfast.
after all, cake IS pretty flippin' expert.
y'know?
yeah.
so,
why not indulge?
sure, i'll probably end up a weak, blarpity old mess
if i'm just gonna eat a big ol' slice of cake every single morning;
but really, once in a while, i can't see why a little cakey hottness wouldn't
be just the thing to activate a sunshiny morning in tthe woodsly goodness.
check the teleport:

faaaaaancy!
oh, did i not mention all those exxxtra jauns on top?
ha!
i doo-doo that freaky sh!t, kids.
i don't think that's such a bad idea, either.
besides,
it's coffee cake, and it has blueberries in it.
which pretty much means that it's got to be good for you.
all those antioxidants an' that.
oh,
and another 'nother thing-
it's multigrain.
yeah.
like, eight of 'em.
that's a lot, and that's no joke.
oh, and one more thing-
it's so F*ing delicious i want to wreck stuff of great value
in order to couterpoint the decadence inside of my face that every bite delivers.
c'mon.
AND a giant juicy scoople of vanilla almond milk ice cream,
reppin' that coffee-style cake a la mode?!?!
luscious.
the streusel crumb tippity-top layer of that super-moist very rich delight
has freeze dried blueberries crawnched right into it.
yup.
cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, bloobs, butters, brown sugar,
confectioners sugar, and oat flour.
kaboom.
huh?
well, yes, indeed-
that is a drizzle of caramel candy sugar glaze.
mmhmmm.
i'm about that extra-expert active enjoyment business, b!tches.
obviously, if there's a choice between a la mode, and a la mode plus,
i'm always gonna opt for MORE.
too much is the right amount, y'know?
that's right.
it's made from melted down raw demerara crystals,
a pinch of that pow-powdered white sugar, a tiny pat of butterish,
and just a little scooch of vanilla bean paste.
it takes a while to melt down on that low-low,
but to get it lookin' all sorts of sexy, without burning?
that's the way to go, yo.
it hardens up when it its that cold cream,
and then crackles in your mouth as the melty magic begins.
every flavor, every texture, every sweet morning mouthful is just right.
weak and blarpity, here i come.
*
blueberries and cinnamon, ice cream and caramel;
a cuppa hot black tea;
and good company to share it with.
that last one is the most important.
i'm grateful for the time i have been given,
and the precious few who span it along with me;
never quiet, never soft.....