chocolate chip cookie cake.

half the butterish balance,
and a whole lot of wet ingredients,
and the grading scale goes from one-to-ten,
and then jumps up to eleven.
word!
thinly spread cake batter,
laden with a whole holy heckload of teeny tiny chocolate chips?
yeas, neighbors,
i'm doing things over here.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress test kitchen is hot.
on fire, almost, although not in an arsonist kind of way-
more like an artisan architect of texture and flavor, i s'pose.
i'm baking the new hottness,
and i'm doing it with twice the chips and half the batter.
y'feel me?
no?
maybe a picture will prevent a thousand word rave about it....
let's give it a try.
check the teleport:

i'm exploding with eagerness for more munching up of those jauns.
mmhmmm...
it's F*ing chocolate chip cookie cake.
yeah!!!
it tastes like what the name of it says it is.
...really.
and with exxxtra little dark chocolate driplet sprankles,
it has all the big cookie action you could want,
IF you actually wanted cake instead.
you know i needed to swirl it up,
and get a bit more sugary fancy-pantsy on top.
of course i did.
that's my thing.
that's why each pre-cut wedge of expert vegan goodness
has row of dark chocolate creme frosting goobieblops on it.
and the one big ol' blarpity blowout right in the center of every slice.
uh-huh-
too much is the right amount.
i mean, c'mon.
what am i?
an A*-hole?
not when it comes to providing baked greats to all the ingrates.
i'm doing a bang-up job of that, for sure.
awwwwwwww, man.
hard styles and creative juices collide,
and the results can be hard to swallow without a sip of soymilk.
 the thing of it is,
i can't eat all of these treats all by my lonesome.
there isn't enough time in any day to burn enough energy off
to warrant keeping all of this stuff to myself.
i'd be an enormous, grotesque, corpulent, porcine leviathan of lethargy and diabetes.
so i share the wealth,
mostly for the accolades that rarely come my way
from the limited palates  and intemperate necktard tastebuds
of the far reaches of northern new england.
vegan hottness is slow to catch on in the woodsly goodness.
i'm still here, though.
and i'm doing what i do.
a compliment or two would be nice, once in a while,
but the absence isn't going to slow me down any.
it's all really happening,
with or without the notice of those within and without.
besides,
you're reading, right?
uh-huh.
thanks for that;
never quiet, never soft.....