yes, neighbors.
today is the day.
the unlucky one.
that's right.
you can't have a sandwich week without the follow-up having
a spooky, kooky, friday the thirteenth secret murder jinx explosion.
mhmm.
it's just math, really.
if a month starts on a sunday,
thirteen days later, it's friday.
every time.
forever.
the math on this one, though, seems to support the superstition.
yep.
and it's SO super, too.
ha.
the curse is coming down hard on today.
bad timing and harsh tidings are coupled with the glowering gloom looming
above the woodsly goodness like a foul black mood made of foul black skies,
and also november's predictably unhappy general gray malaise.
...on the plus side,
i've got tattz on tattz on tattz, all day long;
and on the plus/mega-minus side,
i've got my handsome homeboy crabtree with me,
demanding an exxxtra-large order of my complete attention.
he's dope, but dang it, he's a pain in the workplace.
i mean,
it's pretty hard to devote one hundred percent to either, tattoo or dog,
and it's just as hard to subtract from one or the other, too-
the repercussions and ramifications are pretty hefty, whichever direction you choose.
guys,
you're damned if you doo-doo, and damned if you do not.
word up.
that sounds like my kind of party.
now,
what happens when you need to be 200% expert, all day long?
ummmm.
you grab that wrench,
you hump the beehive,
and you take it to eleven.
metaphorically, at any rate
.....and also,
you most likely freak the eff out,
and also also fail pretty spectacularly.
yeah!
too much is the right amount,
and i s'pose if we're being honest, (which i always am)
i like it when things are terrible.
what?
that's not that weird.
you know the rules-
easy days make for lazy people,
and good fortune is wasted on good storytellers.
whereas harder styles make for bigger action and better people.
real talk.
the most furious forges full of the hottest fire temper the truest steel,
and when this winter is finished,
i plan to be a mutha-F*ing +ULFBERH+T, b!tches.
if you don't know,
you'd better ask a friendly lightning-striking viking about it.
oh, yeah-
AND it's sh!tty weather outside, again, today.
ha.
that means there's no room to maneuver my day into any sort
of free time/play time/outside time-outs;
and i imagine it'll be that much harder to wrangle up any of those few
sympathetic coworkers to my cause, as well-
the rain, the work, and the weak-sauce are all collaborating on a sh!t-salad
triskadecafailure, in freshly-defecated fragrant F*ing full effect.
this is not a complaint, kiddos.
it's a pep talk.
it's time you learned that litany is my liturgy...
heck,
i'm probably preaching to a hot fie choir already.
who'd keep reading if they weren't on board beforehand, am i right?
***********
wow.
did you read that?
or did you just scroll to find the picture?
it's okay.
y'know what goes great with much too early mornings,
and far too full days,
and calendar calamities of imagined fortunes and doomed dates?
yep.
tarts!
or, tiny tartlets!
or cutesy little baby bites of powerful flavor, and all the textures, too.
check the coconut-and-caramel-and-chocolate-type teleport:
i dunno if that nomenclature works,
but i DO know that they're great.
coconut flour in with the creamchee' puff pastry dough,
chilled and pressed into mini muffin cups,
and baked until jusssssst golden at the edges.
that's expert.
i made vegan coconut caramel, too.
i did.
brown sugar, butterish, vanilla, a splishsplash of soymilk,
a pat of creamchee', and a shake or two of coconut,
hot heat melted up, bubbled down, stirred together,
and scoopled right into those crispy petite pastries.
mmmmmm.
delicious.
that would've been a victory all by it's lonesome,
but,
that's not even kind of the thing that would be tolerated here
in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress test kitchen .
no way.
what do we want?
we want MORE everything!!
so,
there's crema-de-coco, and dark dark dark chocolate,
melted together with pow-pow-powdered sugar,
and a drop of vanilla, to make a lava-hot ganache drizzled in stripes on top of each.
ka-BOOM.
that makes 'em very excellent,
but it's not enough.
(it never is).
i had other other treats going strong in a whole other kind of cakey scene,
and they had frosting involved.
y'know what happens when there's exxxtra frosting?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
it's not exxxtra anymore, it's just right.
chocolate coconut frosting swirlies,
blopped onto the already elite little baby bombs?
that's expert expert.
how do we finish that?
how indeed.
clearly, the correct answer was a light dusting of confectioners sugar snowfrost.
awwwwww, they're so cute.
and tasty.
really.
i could pop a whole batch down the hatch,
and go into a sugarshock tart coma pretty easily.
*
today is the day,
and tomorrow, and sunday, and monday,
and tuesday all have similar scenes.
it's all really happening.
more work,
more responsibilities,
more accountability,
more treats,
more of everything.
i guess i should start being more specific about what i'd like to have more of?
i want MORE time,
MORE money,
MORE successive successes,
MORE victory.
in the meantime,
i've got more wars to wage, more worries to wear me out, more wreckage to rake,
and all of it,
no mater what, is all really happening.
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....
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