patterns.

swirls,
or spirals,
or gyres....
whatever you call 'em,
they're good.
the outward expansion of concentric fibonacci jauns,
radiating from a fixed point in the past
towards the unspecified and mysterious future.
or,
sometimes,
a cool looking cookie.
huh?
well, yeah, neighbors-
it can't all always be a metaphysical exploration of the human condition,
but it can be a tasty flippin' munch up in my kitchen.
y'know?
c'mon.
i got spirals,
and i got stripes-
check the emanations-of-dark-and-light-type teleport:

yuuuuuuuup.
i'm about that cookie sh!t, forever and ever.
no, really, though,
i want to eat a cookie every single day of my life.
(i think i will)
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress test kitchen has been a hot spot for hottness,
even if the weather has other plans for the temperatures without.
melted chocolate stripes make everything better.
especially when the cocoa hasn't really blasted the batter into brown-powered
big business choco-loco activation.
what i mean is-
the gluten free dough doesn't always accept the add-ins as readily as real flour
is wont to doo-doo when it comes to upgrades an' that.
so, sure,
they're two-tone chocolate and vanilla treats,
but without the drizz' on top,
they'd only be alright, instead of expert.
i doubt i could've lived with myself if i'd left them alone.
*
what's on the schedule today?
treats.
and then maybe some more treats.
and then dinner.
and for dessert?
yup.
treats.
i can't just waste time sitting around relaxing.
i've got to be taking in nutrients or information,
and pumping out the fruits and tarts of my labor an' that.
i do what i do,
because what else even is there?
exactly;
never quiet, never soft.....