a one note solo.

i neil young'd a treat.
oh, yes.
i did.
everything virtuoso,
but with pretty much one note,
over and over and over.
i'm not saying i don't think that's cool,
because i do.
i'm just sayin',
i put the ultimate activation to work,
and put the main ingredient in there
in myriad incarnations,
different derivatives from a single source,
all unified,
and baked,
into a pretty powerful solo in the oven.
check the teleport:

mmmmmmm.
today's ingredient is coconut.
that heavenly light is in no way an understatement of this particular treat's
level of complete, sweet, elite expert activated explosivity.
really.
i still don't use recipes,
but i do have a pretty good head for approximate measurements,
and when i've got pots and pans and bowls in front of me,
i start channeling the spirits of the wild windswept grandmas of yesteryear,
and together we make all sorts of magic,
from the counter to the stove to the oven and beyond.
this time,
it was a warmed-up pan of white on white on whiteness.
yeah.
coconut milk, and coconut oil, and shredded unsweetened coconut,
with a coconut sugar/white sugar blend,
and coconut flour and white flour,
on an oatmeal coconut granola base, which is a bit crumblier than you might expect,
with all that moisture managing a magnificent lofty, super-buttery, fluffy crumb.
but,
coconut is everywhere.
and on top?
coconut oil, coconut sugar, powdered sugar, and shredded coconut,
for crazy-crisp, remarkably rich macaroon streusel sprankles.
i mean,,
c'mon!
neighbors.
it's so flaky, it's so smooth,
it's such a fatty-boombattie fat kid indulgence,
i couldn't help but hook up a whole square,
and then go back and tune up a few rectangles right after.
coconut, y'all.
everywhere, in everything, until it almost seems ridiculous,
until you taste it.
and then you all know it's so perfect and complete and powerful.
after all,
too much is the right amount,
and there's no better example i can produce,
that shows it more than this tasty piece of blondie-style cakey coconuttiness.
i wasn't sure what to make,
so i just let the feeling take over,
and the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress's pantry provided me with all i needed.
this place is where it's at,
and this  kitchen is where i belong.
more than anywhere else,
there's one room i feel most at home in,
and this is it.
i want you to have a slice of this.
i think you will be as psyched up on the hottness as i am.
this is what's up,
and that's all i've got;
never quiet, never soft.....