it's the new england way of woodsly goodness activating all sorts of
sweet treatenings from the forest to the table.
and so are apples.
yeah.
apples and maple syrup together?
that's turbo-expert hottness for all the boys and girls.
i predict that i've prepared some superior supernaturalism,
and my spectral sources, as well as my stomach, all agree.
neighbors,
check the zone-type teleport:
c'mon.
we're in the SCONE ZONE, y'all.
bam!
ouija planchettes of prognostication,
folded over and over and over again,
and then folded some more,
and chilled overnight, and folded again,
for incredible layering within each moist, fluffy, flaky flechette
of fresh-baked barbarian northeasternism.
and after they're pressed and sliced, and separated?
they're plied with demerara sugar sprankles, too.
why?
because i only want to have good things around me,
and i only want to fill up on treats that are intentionally crafted with
overwhelmingly elite ingredients.
apple chunks, with molasses, and a hint of vanilla,
slowly simmered to juiciness,
and dashed with cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, and allspice......
cooled off and set aside while dinner was being readied.
(multitasking is essential on wednesday afternoontime, as that time is at a premium)
and a blend of flour and tapioca and oatmeal, real maple syrup, spices, leaveners,
and rising agents all in a bowl, creamed and cut together to be the best batch of
autumny awesomeness i've prepared pre-equinox in an age.
mmmhmmmm.
when the wet apple blops, and the cool wheaten crumbles in the bowl are combined?
dreams come true,
but,
not before a scoople or two of raisins gets thrown into the mix,
just to freak it off an exxxtra little tiny bit.
yuuuuuup.
i doo-doo that chipmunk-doodoo-lookin' dried-grape-style sh!t.
that's word.
guys,
they're SO soft.
that apple action reallllly adds some moisture,
and the crumb, although cooled for some time before baking,
got so hot and steamy, and stayed that way throuhghout each and every single bite.
yum.
paired with a cuppa irish breakfast tea, and next thing you know,
there's something super special about this september morning,
and it's being crushed between my teeth.
yikes.
i eat what i make,
and i make what i like,
and that's the secret to a successful pre-work routine.
believe it.
these apple-rich treats have what it takes to empower and embolden
even the weariest of sleepless souls.
(that'd be me)
and the tea has the slightest kick, added in, for a little bit MORE motivation.
i like that, too.
there are hard styles and hard feelings abounding
throughout the creases and periphery of my woodland realm.
the encroaching creeps and brad-stand-offishness of exes and oh's
can't compete with a scone, however.
that's the truth.
a good breakfast makes a good morning,
and a good morning sets the tone for the whole dang day.
i've got sugar, and spice, and everything nice,
and we'll see if we can't avoid spinning that gold back into straw
before the day is over and done with.
it's all really happening,
especially the scones,
and that's better than average, at the very least;
never quiet, never soft.....
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