maple.

the trees in the woodsly goodness have passed their peak.
that's the way it goes.
but,
the ones who held out a little longer,
and endured past the point when all their friends quit?
well,
those dope duders stand out twice as prominently against the grey backdrop
of bare branches and quittery that preceded them.
word up.
in honor of the ones whose will to endure until nature wins,
(and she always wins in the end)
i made some fresh new hottness in the fighting spirit of never ever giving up.
uh-huh.
it's been a little minute since i produced some mini tarts,
and the time is nigh to provide single servings of heavy-duty deliciousness.
neighbors,
check the mapely-maple-type teleport:

yeah!!!
oatmeal graham crumbly cups, with the lightest touch of toasted coconut.
the melty butterishness really fused the crumbs together,
and the thickness made the flavor better, too.
that's real.
overly toasted cups taste burnt, and that's some bush-league bullsh!t,
which is NOT how we doo-doo that freaky-diki business here at
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress test kitchen.
inside each one, there's some serious maple creamchee' pastry filling.
molasses, real maple syrup, male extract, brown sugar, cinnamon, ginger,
and that vegan jauns, whipped up, and thickened with tapioca.
expert.
but that's not all.
how could it be, when too much is the right amount,
am i right?
obvi.
so there's also maple frosting.
sweet.
ha.
and each one gets a maple leaf-shaped maple-oatmeal shortbread cookie,
iced and activated with superb seasonally-accurate sprankles.
wordimus prime.
i'm about that thematic continuity.
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treats are good for you,
and when i'm not really crushing it elsewhere,
i can always count on the methodical meditative process of sweet confection creation
to pull me up out of whatever else is going astray,
and realign all the secret universal registration marks,
so that all the echoes of infinity match up where they're supposed to.
that's no joke.
i'm glad i can make stuff.
i'm doubly glad that i can eat some of it.
i'm grateful for the time that i've been given,
and for all that's always really happening.
otherwise, what would be?
truth;
never quiet, never soft.....