MORE.

AND.
yup.
AND, not OR.
y'know?
like,
too much is the right amount,
and,
i don't want one or the other, i want both.
that's it.
this AND that.
now you get it.
what's the best part about rock bloxxx?
whatever you want or need,
they already GOT they!
huh?
hahahaha.
oh, c'mon.
i'm just sayin',
they're a customizable template for adaptive excellence,
and if you are lookin' for something that represents the total package,
part and parcel, kit and kaboodle with oodles of all of it,
all at once, in one place, fully activated and operational and sensational?
look no further.
the answer is here in these treats, and that answer is delicious.
neighbors,
i freaked it off properly with some demanding ampersand-&-AND-ing cookies:

kaBOOM!
what are they?
they're expert.
and they go to eleven.
obviously.
but what are they, specifically?
ah,
well,
they're chocolate;
& chocolate chip;
& peanut butter;
& coconut;
& oatmeal;
& they've got those frosted sugar stencil ampersand &'s on top, too-
because they are what they are,
which is to say, AND WHAT?!
wordimus prime.
*
treats.
i doo-doo that off-the-cuff/on-the-fly/throw-it-in-a-bowl-style sh!t.
uh-huh.
and i do it pretty hard, and with bleary eyes and a whole lotta yawns,
and a whole lotta dog-kickin' foot-shufflin' jauns, too.
what else would i even do at early-as-F*-o'clock?
baking and being bummed at how wide awake i am.
that is the two-sided solution set.
i bake things, i break things,
and occasionally, when the opportunity arises, i also make things.
yeah.
....and this is it.
tomorrow and thursday,
i'll be working harder than i do during my days at work,
and that by a well-defined inclined degree of difficulty.
traffic-packed long drives,
and hours and hours of slow cooking, fast frying, short stacks and quickbreads;
entertaining and draining the trough of family togetherness;
creating memorable moments,
timing twenty hundred types of treats to all be ready at once;
planning, predicting, and paying molto molto attention
to the continued good humors of my houseguests;
and all while walking this dastardly dog at regular intervals
through this irregular intervale that i dwell within.
um,
also,
there will be the roasting a whole heck of a lot of potatoes,
with more than a few blazing barbarian cast-iron hot fires keeping us
tight, snug, dry, and warm.
dang.
i'm about to be the busiest bee in the hive,
and we all know nobody gives a sting about the king bee.
awwww.
hard styles and long nights, loud days and early mornings,
tough times and great food-
this is What Is,
there's only room for AND.
more is what's really happening,
and that's got to be good for us;
never quiet, never soft.....