coconut and peanut.

peanuts and coconuts.
together again.
which is right where they belong.
i know what goes with what,
and i put the pieces in place,
because that's just the sort of man i am.
peanuts make the best butter,
and coconut, despite the absence of nipples,
has produced some pretty dang good milk.
that's a thing.
another thing is that neither one is a nut, precisely.
but,
they ARE both delicious,
and therefore, they are both about to get in my mouth.
mmmmhmmm.
oatmeal ground up into flour, and stone-ground brown rice, too,
are the basic foundation of my floury may farewell treats.
with shredded unsweetened coconut, and ground coconut as well,
plus the addition of an overload of baby-sized mini chocolate chips.
they may be smaller,
but that just means that there's more of them in each cookie.
dispersed throughout like tiny awesome bombs for your face.
uh-huh.
you know i'm not about to bring any wimpy bakery business up in here.
word.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is for experts only,
and none of that average cookie service will be tolerated, let alone invited.
that's no joke.
check the gluten-free-type teleport:

c'mon, neighbors.
are you really even going to try and say those don't look lovely?
shuuuuuut up.
y'know what melted dark chocolate, and cocoa, and peanut butter,
and confectioners sugar, and a splash of soymilk whisked together gets you?
mmmmmmhmmmm.
peanut buttery chocolate fudge frosting.
yeah!
spread on an already rich and fully-activated circle of gargantuan flavor?
kaBOOMfire.
i'm about taking my treats situation too far.
in fact,
that's the appropriate distance to travel inside of the ovenly lovely realm
of from-scratch batch-bakin' move makin' new hottness;
and i doo-doo that elite fresh-style freaky sh!t.
no, really, i do.
however,
while that might've been enough for a beginner,
i know the rules, duders.
yup.
too much is the right amount.
...and that meant coconut flake sprankles were in attendance, too.
you really can't go wrong with how good these are,
unless you're allergic to one of the awesome ingredients.
in that case, you're a poor and unfortunate aberration of genetics,
and i'm genuinely sorry you can't hang out over here.
awwwwwww.
(but that means more for me, and that's dope)
***********
may is done?
when?
how?
what??
we're on the cusp, the ledge, the borderlands.....
this moth is over and out,
and we're standing on the portentious precipice of june!
already,
we're halfway through a hard and fast year of harder work
and less play than i would've thought possible.
i need an interlude in my saga, folks.
a small span where all of the daily grinding away at the grist i barely get the gist of
is paused in favor of a new adventure.
it doesn't have to be a bold foray into some fresh new fray,
it can be a page break between paragraphs in the graphic novel of my grisly goings on.
i am deep in a dire dearth of diversified doings.
more of all of this is certainly all that passes by my vantage point,
all the way to the vanishing point,
and that's one unholy hell of a bleak horizon line.
there has got to be some new hottness hiding around here somewhere.
i'm just wondering how far off the present path i'll have to wander before i find it.
i might need a metal detector, a smoke detector, a lie detector, or a geiger counter.
heck,
i'll probably need all of the above,
and i'll patch 'em all through my intuitive black ops detector,
and run a parallel reflection of reflexes between human nature and infinite nature;
a sort of bass-boosted low-end reverberating ley-linear echolocation,
and unerring infernal internal combustion,
sending out shockwaves of animal magnetism
and iron-filled blood-cursed pheromonal homing signals,
so that the GPS of is set presently, and permanently, to locate expertism.
don't think that's a thing?
you might want to think again,
because it's all really happening.
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....