what even IS this??

it's so dope.
it's expert.
it's delicious.
it's got a whole lot of what it's got;
and it's got a whole lot going on.
therefore,
it's true woodsly goodsly warrior poetry in practice,
and it's the pure-being of essential treat activation,
and it's all right there in one sexy square of moist cakey new hottness.
mmmmmhmmmmm.
neighbors,
check the teleport:

wha-whaaaaaaaat??!!
lemon juicy, lemon zesty, vegan sourcreamy, super tapioca-laced moist and fluffy,
tight crumb, light textured, lemon oil extracts and vanilla soymilk softened
super sweet light brown sugary lemon bar(barianism),
topped with a big portion of slow-simmered tiny wild maine blueberries.
that's that seasonal fruit jauns for your face.
with a splat of creamchee', and fresh squeezed lemon juice,
confectioners sugar,
and a punch of flour and tapioca, to thicken it up into that pasty purple power
that sits pretty atop the lemony loveliness.
duders,
that blueberry stuff goes to eleven.
(i zested it, too, and added vanilla bean paste)
but,
that's not enough, is it?
c'mon.
what are you?
an A*-hole??
don't be dumb...
there's only one way to look at treats creation-
and that's the high-concept concocting that comes from following the first rule of treats:
too much is the right amount.
yuuuuuuuuuup.
and therefore,
that's why i made some buttery creamchee' lemon cookie streusel sprankles,
and crumbled that all over the tippity top,
and then grated even MORE lemon zest on that!!!
ka-POWerful flavor exploding in every bite!
however,
that just makes it molto molto expert.
and i am in the mood to go off the 1-10 charts,
and blast off into the elevensphere.
....hence the vanilla almond milk ice cream a la mode-ification!
*
treats are what make me happy for a fleeting second or two.
those glimpses into satisfaction are fragile,
and fanciful,
and ephermeral,
so i'll take what i can get,
and get after 'em in the kitchen whenever i have a free moment.
my wednesdays are getting fuller and fuller, too,
so i get up earlier and go to bed later,
because treats are luxurious, and indulgent, and slightly frivolous,
and therefore, they are absolutely mandatory.
that's a thing.
i don't need more sleep,
i need more cake,
and i have the tools, the wherewithal, and the technology to fill a need like that.
lucky me,
i eat them as fast as i make them,
so i'll never run out of things to do.
i want more of everything, almost.
except sleep,
and work,
and the pursuit of a spotless mind.
forgetfulness is not invited,
but immunity to memory might get a backstage pass.
provided i can still recall how to recreate these mutha-F*ing treats.
i guess we'll see;
never quiet, never soft.....