apples.
do you like apples?
....yeah,
i do too.
y'know what's even better than an apple?
an apple pie upside down cake!!
neighbors,
check out the fanciness:
cinnamon, and ginger, and nutmeg, and allspice,
with vanilla beans, and brown sugar,
and real maple syrup, and a whole batch of cortland apples!
that flipped over apple-bottom topside turvy curvature is what's poppin'.
i mean,
it's caramelized brown sugary hottness,
with the cider drained right off.
guys,
y'know what's up with that leftover mulled magic juice?
ummmm,
it goes IN the cake.
oat flour, cinnamon, ginger, and those smoooshed apples,
all stirred up, and mixed in,
and baked into a deep brown superstar of burly hearty barbarian big action....
expert?
don't be dumb.
of COURSE it is.
with my imported british star pan, courtesy of ampy-d,
and a little buttery grease'n'flour non-stick dusting,
we're onto something pretty great, aren't we?
cinnamaple frosting is the TRUTH.
creamy, dreamy, and all sorts of cinnamony nicey-niceties,
whipped into cider-drizzled dopeness for your face!
plus,
those brown sugary butter cookies are looking exxxtra-sexxxy.
oh, you know that's true.
i mean,
just look at 'em.
yup.
four kinds of flavors, on one kind of cake?
that's the way that really real mutha-'uckers get down.
rules is rules,
and reppin' just one flav' is against the rules.
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duders,
i'm not saying that crabtree is the warm gooey epicenter
of this Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
the one that the woodsly goodness gloms onto and crowds itself around;
but,
i will let you draw your own conclusions on that one:
the little fella is constantly being cuddled up and held onto,
despite his incessant and insistent face-biting frenzy of forever ferociously
savage battle-beastliness.
no rest goes undisturbed,
and the dog bed has become the body pillow for all the humans
to flop down on and snug him up.
my buddy is far more popular than i am,
and he will sink his teeth right into your cheek!
awwwwww.
it just goes to show-
stay ugly, and you'd better be baking some super-elite cakes,
be cute, and you can steady rock a dastardly bastardly demeanor,
and get away with it.
good looks get you things,
but old bustedness forces you to get better at things.
that's the ugly truth,
and it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....
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