november-flavored

mmmmmmmm.
mmhmm.
neighbors,
check the teleport:

daaaaaaaaaaaaamn!
that's that good thang.
that's that new new.
that's that hottness.
that's what's up.
cake for breakfast, cake for lunch, and cake for dinner-
i want all the cake, all the time, right now, and later on as well.
what's really good in the woods?
......this cake, friends.
believe it.
cinnamon crumbly coffee cake, all soft and sweet and spiced,
with chopped up dried cranberries in there,
to make sure it's especially novemberish, and autumnal, and expert.
......and it's super expert, guys.
that's a thing.
on top of that hearty heavenly magical mutha-'ucking cake,
there's a whole fat layer of pie-style baked spiced apples, too.
yup.
with the sweetness, and the moistness, and the apple-activated nutrients,
and all the other other stuff that accompanies the fall's best fruit.
but that's not all, y'all.
how could it be, when too much is the right amount?
that's right!
we take things to eleven around here,
and the dutch-style crumb-crumblin' streusel sh!t i doo-doo
when it's time to do the right thing to an already fantastic treat
absolutely meets the criteria.
yup.
brown sugar, confectioners sugar, vanilla, butterishness, flour, oats,
cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, ginger,
and toasted coconut flakes.
word up.
that subtle kiss of coconut ties the whole damned thing together.
i mean,
c'mon.
if that doesn't sound like the best part of november thus far,
i don't think you've been listening closely enough.
-
what?
is that all?
no.
it's OBviously not all.
you can clearly see that in the picture.
don't be dumb.
it's not a good look.
y'know what IS a good look though?
yes, that's correct-.
a stout scoople of vanilla almond milk!
you gotta a la mode a fat breakfast slice,
and if you've gone that far,
you can't really skip out on homemade cinnamon caramel drizzle, too.
uh-huh.
brown sugar and vanilla and earth balance butters and cinnamon and soymilk,
melted together until the sugar crystals all got smooth,
and the sauciness started to thin itself out,
for a sophisticated sweet drippin' drop,
across and over and down on the whole freakin' thing.
yum?
F*ing right it's yum.
get on my level over here, guys.
in fact,
get over to the studio,
get yourself a slice,
and get excited for all the loud fresh, hardness that's about to pop off in your face!
that's real.
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making treats is my meditation.
the powerful focus of a free-form process of additive activation,
the creation of cake as a corollary to intention and attention.
it's good for me to make things from scratch,
and it's even better to make it up as i go along.
i think that makes my brain better at thinking?
probably.
the thing of it is,
treats are so good, but also so bad.
balance is important,
but rules is rules,
and too much is the right amount.
too much treats is what i want,
and in my bellyhole is where i want them....
eating them is my undoing,
and the whole process ends in shark-gluttony
and self-destructive ingestion and indigestion.
that's how it goes.
the truth is,
the treats are so good, the consequences will never outweigh the joy of devouring
metric tonnage of that cakey new hottness from the future.
my eyes and my mouth are always open,
and i see it all really happening.
this is the way november should taste,
sweet, warm, spicy, and rich-
and this is the way november should feel.
full, and empty, at the same time;
never quiet, never soft.....