coffee breaking.

coffee cake!
yeah!
but, wait for it.......
it's coffee cake.
y'know?
yep.
that's the flavor, not the style.
espresso beans and latte love,
with extracted oils, and instant decaf rehydration, too.
neighbors,
i want ALL the full-bodied slow-roasted taste of the richest,
darkest, blackest big action in each and every bite of my treats.
y'heard?
that's real.
so i put a whole bunch of styles and varieties of coffee up in there.
and i'll tell you what:
that's the hottness that makes it go to eleven.
word.
check the coffee-type-cake-type-teleport:

yummmmm.
what?
yeah.
it's chocolate-chip coffee cake.
subtle sugary mocha chunkies are good for you,
and when they're baked in and a little bit melted into the crumb,
the whole thing becomes a slip-form for dispersed ingots of awesomeness.
mmmmmmm.
is that darker-than-the-darkest-dark-chocolate ganache?
you bet your A* it is.
i mean, c'mon.
i'm not gonna seal the circle in weak sauce and mincey, minky mediocre mush.
that's for watery diaperbabies who can't have a slice of this,
or anything else that's expert, for that matter.
coffee frosting, too.
yeah.
no big deal, just cold-brewed and bean infused, and double whipped.
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it's good, guys.
i mean it.
really good.
good like i tapped into a vein of viking victory, and added roasted beans.
ha.
but seriously,
treats make for a better morning,
and an advanced-placement afternoon,
and for tighter, snugger-fitting evenings as well.
i LOVE treats.
you know that.
i love coffee, too.
although, normally i only sip on decaf,
and i take it blacker than a new-moon nighttime.
however,
these days,
i've been sneaking sips on that caffeine jauns,
and my ju-ju has had a jiu jitsu judo throw-down of elevated energy
in all the wrong ways.
no doubt about it.
my delicate sensibilities are shattered by the slightest increase in stimulants.
that's when the real loudmouth motor gets revved,
and the sh!t-talkin' savage stormswept berserker monologues
become faster, louder, harder, and ramped up into rants of raving lunacy.
yikes.
it's just that a cup of coffee is great,
even after a Tea'N'Toast scenario.
i'm up so early, by the time i'm having that french-pressed perfection,
the irish breakfast is already burned up and peed out!!
whoa.
add in a slice of cake?
holy crap,
you've got yourself a tornado of sugar and fire.
friends,
that's where i'm at.
a whirling swirling dervish of devilish tornado-spiraling sugar and fire.
that's how today is gonna go, i guess;
never quiet, never soft.....