raspberries.

it's raspberry season in the white mountains, neighbors.
mmhmmm.
all the reddest of reds are ready,
and that means it's time to get site-specific on the treats scene.
yeah!
y'know what i really like?
vegan chee'cake.
y'know why?
because it's totally flippin' expert.
c'mon.
don't be dumb.
therefore,
i want that expert jauns in my mouth,
and i have a whole seasonally-appropriate patch of big action
waiting to be included in the plan that's waiting to be implemented....
so i have to stop with the waiting,
and activate some turbo-elite hottness for you, and for me, and for everybody.
check the summer-season-berry-type teleport:

wu-TANG!!
guys,
that's chocolate raspberry chee'cake,
and that's what the F* i'm talking about.
cocoa and raspberries in with that chee'cakey mix-up,
and the bottom layer gets brownish, and chocolaty, and buried in berries.
yes, sir, that's right.
and above that, between the overs and unders,
there are raspberries, again.
why?
so that the ground chocolate and crushed raspberry top pinky mauve magic
has something to hold onto while it's baking itself silly in the oven.
that's just a little nicety i added in for the sake of overdoo-dooing it.
too much is the right amount,
and that's twice as true with treats.
...for serious.
which is precisely why i poured a protective ganache all over the utmost level.
no, i mean it. raspberry juice, and raspberry bits,
in melted chocolate and cocoa and sugar and soymilk,
with a splish-splash of vanilla?
that's that good gooey goobieblop topping for the children.
.....and then there's the dried raspberry crumble sprankles.
because, i mean, obviously,
we HAVE to take it to eleven or we're just a bunch of losery jerks.
you know you already love that crust, don'tcha?
oh, yes, you do.
it's graham crackers,
and oatmeal,
and brown sugar,
and coconut,
blasted with melty soybutts and soymilk,
with just a little vanilla bean paste,
all at once.
crispity crawnch,
squishy squooshiness,
tart berry magic,
chee'like textures and chocolate thickness......
...
duders,
treats, though.
i make them,
and i show them to you...
you're welcome to have a slice,
and lose your F*ing mind with pure delight.
but,
you'll have to come and get it,
because i STILL don't make deliveries;
never quiet, never soft.....