gimme pounds.

poundcake, kids.
it's so heavy.
it's so buttery.
it's so moist.
it's so expert.
yep.
i need that in my life, that's for certain.
and when i've got certainty on my side,
all that's left is to preheat the muthab!tchin' oven and make certain
that that certainty becomes a reality.
word up.
but, if i'm gonna do it,
then generic general poundable cake isn't going to be nearly enough.
after all,
good enough is never enough.
so,
with zest, oil, extract, and juice from lemons on lemons on lemons,
of the meyer variety, (which is purportedly the best one, despite being a mudblood)
i got my exxtra-fattie-boombattie squares  of in-for-a penny jauns all set up,
and then baked jussssssst right.
i mean it-
with small bits of butter melting into the crumb as it heated up,
for an even richer, more delectable, decadent,
right-angled block of big fun in a small package.
lemon poundcake is a helluva good start,
but,
let's not forget what the rules are for these first days of november.
ok?
yeah.
it's sandwich week,
and therefore,
there needs to be something special squished into the centers.
c'mon.
it's part of the fun of the whole thing.
well,
whatever you're on about is your business,
but sandwiches are what i'm all about all week, neighbors.
go ahead, test me.
just check the lemon-plus-type teleport first:

kaBOOM!
lemon poundcake is dope.
lemon poundcake with stuff stuffed in it is clearly better.
no doubt.
there's raspberry jamie-jam jammed on one side of the split cake,
and lemon frosting on the other side.
that's a pretty damned near perfect blend of new hottness.
but that's not all, y'all.
how could it be,
when too much is the right amount?
yep.
lemon goobieblops on top,
and freeze-dried raspeberry-infused sweet frosting, too.
yes.
thosee two tastes are totally so F*ing in love with each other.
and naturally, there's one more extra-special added little tiny bit on top.
that's right,
dried raspberries, ground down into a dusty pow-powder,
and dashed over 'em as spritzy, ritzy sprankles.
expert recognize expert,
so,
if you're actually any kind of expert,
you've already recognized all the really-realness already.
...and i thank you for doing so.
pounds of cake,
in petite parcels.
fruits and berries, in palatable presentation.
sandwiches,
in sugary style.
these are the elements that compose the prose i'm inscribing
on my tongue, and my waistline,
with no wasted lines of illiterative illustration.
ha.
if you get it, you get it,
if you've not got it,
you've gotta get outta here;
never quiet, never soft.....