chocolate and nuts.

neighbors,
in the mornings,
when i'm awake and ready for anything,
hours before it'd be reasonable to start calling folks,
or mowing the lawn,
or doing much in the way of bringing the noise to the woodsly goodness,
i still need to produce something of value.
the thing is,
even as i'm spanning time, and occupying space as an artist,
and one who should probably be practicing his creative craft on paper at that,
i just don't feel like it.
awwww.
it's true.
i FEEL like eating a whole lot of cookies,
and that's what i'm gonna do.
which means that i'm activating all that artistry in edible excellence,
and the only paper i'm utilizing is parchment for baking,
and waxed for drizzling chocolate with less mess.
huh?
yeah, duders,
that's the way that early mornings are 'posed to provide the new hottness
for a burly breakfast barrage of browns and beiges and blacks.
no, really.
check the teleport:

what the F* is gluten??
ummm,
it's not in these crawnchy sorcerous sexy jauns right here, that's for sure.
instead we've got a dope dough dosed with almond meal and brown rice flour;
loaded up with an overindulgent overabundance of chocolate chips,
with toasted almond slivers, and vanilla and almond extracts all hanging out
in each and every single hand-pressed flat of texturally-amazing treats!!
expert.
and once they cooled off a bit,
you know i had to dip 'em in a chocolate almond ganache.
i mean,
just because those flavors were in there already doesn't mean there can't be even more.
that's a thing.
and obviously, if there's sticky creamy chocolate paste adhering to the surface,
then we'd really be a bunch of jerks if we didn't capitalize on that opportunity
to slap a spritzing of almond slice sprankles all over the tops, too.
y'know?
oh, c'mon, kids-
too much is the right amount.
anything less than that is selling ourselves short,
and setting up our every tastebud for disappointment.
that's not the way we do things when we doo-doo our thing.
then again,
if i slept in...later, longer, and more often...
who knows what i'd occupy my hands and my head and my heart with
once i woke up at a more appropriate hour?
but i'm up early, with the sun an' that,
and what i know for sure is-
cookies are great,
and chocolate is good for you,
and by the time it's a reasonable hour to conduct professional business,
i'll be sugar-rushed and treat-activated,
and there won't be any need to get involved with any of that...
it's an ouroboros of morning thunder and non-stick pan planagrams.
a cyclical set of overlapping concentric circles,
spirographically charting the tornado trajectory of spirit and memory
that trailblazes the pathways my battering-ram juggernautical ju-ju
navigates through this weird warrior poem of a less-than-epic,
but still sagacious saga of really-real life in the mountains of the north.
wow.
that's no joke.
*
august isn't really rocking my socks thus far,
but the month is young yet,
and even with the jam-packed stacks of appointments,
and the lack of breathing room in-between them,
there's bound to be some kind of get-fresh expert action
tucked up within all that bad business looming across the weeks ahead.
i'll be searching and scouring and combing the hillsides for whatever it is.
i can't say i'm all that aware of what i'm looking for,
but i'm sure i'll know it when i see it.
i've got my monday morning cookies,
and there's a full day of monday afternoon tatzaps coming up.
mmhmmm.
there's balance on the scales after a fashion,
but we'll see if we can't tip the towards movie checks
and meaningful moments before the day is done.
 straddling the fulcrum of Folk Life and waiting for one side or the other
to start leaning a little more heavily on my great big feet.
ha.
this is What Is, and that isn't much,
but,
it's mine to do with what i can;
never quiet, never soft.....