a little zing-zangin' tang in their berry reality.
mmmhmmmm.
strawberries are great, no question;
but,
they lack that bite, that subtly bitterness, that inner truth that belies
the sugary balloon bunch of each juicy fruit.
y'know?
it's like they are the grown-up berry.
i like 'em a lot,
and i activated their excellent essence all up in some gluten-free cookies.
yes.
i did.
because i doo-doo that bitter berry batter business,
like a fancy-(tight)pants-wearing bakery barbarian.
check the teleport:
freeze-dried red raspberries, exxtra crawnchy, and crumbled into a blend
of oats, brown rice and white rice.....
at once hearty and also soft.
with that red zingery flavor interspersed amongst a whole heck
of a scattered smatter of miniature-sized chocolate-style chips.
yup.
and once they were cool enough to manhandle without getting melty chocolate
all over my fingers and thumbs,
i ground up some raspberries into powder, added that to powdered sugar,
into which i mixed vanilla soymilk and vanilla extract,
and pasted 'em up with a rich deep red icing.
MORE berries is always better, kids.
believe me,
too much is the right amount.
so,
what goes great with a layer of luscious tingle-tangled icing?
color-coordinated flavor-attuned site-specific sprankles.
don't be dumb.
*
i love to eat treats,
but they are starting to negatively affect my appearance.
nothing is grosser than a sloppy middle-aged midsection
on a spindly spidermonkey of a man.
that's real.
the trial is face daily, however,
is knowing just how deliciously delectable the delights i've created are,
and then abstaining from them for the sake of looking marginally less terrible.
ha.
i am found guilty, at each hearing-
although i can't hear the verdict passsed down over all the chewing of cookies
i'm filling the space between my ears with......
i need to enjoy the small spans of sugary indulgence i create for myself.
otherwise,
what would even be the point of all of it?
word up;
never quiet, never soft.....
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