a fourgy of flavor.

neighbors,
it's saturday!
that's something good, i think.
i mean,
it can't be any worse than any other day,
so maybe, just maybe, the hard styles are tired from a long week of
effing all the A*s of all the hard working woodsly goodfellows,
and as a result of the pause in pugilistic passing of tough times,
it'll be a better day?
haha.
c'mon.
don't be dumb.
that's not real.
...at least yesterday i had a great regular client, and his wife,
to hang out and talk sh!t with.
...it's always enjoyable to have some of the folks i actually enjoy being around
hanging out and getting good work while we're all in the studio at the same time,
which is the special ingredient i require to offset the sh!t-salad smorgasbord
of rough seas and stormclouds that represent every other other day.
that's real.
i needed it, seriously.
and i sure am grateful for the gifts they brought;
(scented candles en masse, duders, in aromas that showed they really listen,
and a stand to let 'em burn on)...
plus,
the conversation we share, and the times we span.
really feel like they mean something.
real talk with real people is what i actually genuinely enjoy most about my job,
and it happens more rarely than i'd like-
so when the opportunity arises, i soak it all up, like a sponge, until the next time.
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anyway,
i had a better day than thursday, for sure.
but,
right now, there's still today to get through.
i'm gonna need a serious treat to power me through it.
y'know what that means?
it means i'm shooting for a fourgy, friends.
a quad-tiered triangle of terrific,
especially designed to fill my bellyhole,
and stimulate my face-piece with furious and ferocious freshness.
so what IS it that's going to stack itself up so high,
and bring the big business to the breakfast table?
it's a mutha-'ucking new hottness hybrid,
and i want y'all to check the g-darn teleport:

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
slivered almonds, and almond extract, and almond flour,
with melty butterpat vegany blops,
and a whole lot of spatula-slappin' smoosh,
to get all of it together.
pressed into a springform, par-baked to hold it down, and hold it up,
so when we added the almond shortcake batter,
and baked the fluff all up into it,
the edges didn't succumb to any sort of soft sagginess.
once the crawnch and the cake were in place,
a wild storm of whisking took precedence,
and almond pastry creme resulted from the excessive stovetop swirls
of all-inclusive almond everything.
hey!
are you keeping count?
almond tart crust.
almond cake.
almond creme.
that's a threesome of toothsome treat triumph,
but you can clearly see red in that photo, can't you?
mmhmm.
that's because too much is the right amount,
and we needed to freak it off with a splash of something special.
homemade strawberry jammie-jam,
spread all over the surface,
for a contrasting flavor and texture, sweet, slightly tart, sticky, and somewhat syrupy,
so that when you bite in,
you get a sparkly splash of strawberry barbarian burliness,
before the totally nuts overload of almond awesomeness.
expert.
that's the way i doo-doo that freaky sh!t, kids.
stacks on stacks of activation are all that stands between me
and being surrounded by this saturday's sinister suckiness.
it's ALL really happening,
and most of it is not the good news we'd hoped for-
however,
the only thing worse than a bad time is NO time;
never quiet, never soft.....