blooooooooobz.

blueberries are expert.
i mean, really.
they've got all sorts of good vitamin jauns,
and nutrient bits,
and anti-oxidant whatever-the-F*s.
also,
they are very delicious,
which i care much more about than all the invisible secrets inside of them.
don't misunderstand me,
it's what's inside that counts,
but it's what's outside that lures me in.
big round blue balls?
i know how you feel.
the thing is,
i love treats,
and i love blueberries,
and this winter has been all about chocolate,
with precious few magical undertakings involving berries.
i remedied that recently,
and i'd like to tell you a bit about it.
check the stacks-on-stacks-on-stacks-on-stacks-type teleport:

wooooohooooooooo.
blueberries forever.
i started out with a cinnamon oatmeal cookie crumble mixture,
not quite a cookie, not exactly oatmeal, but exxxtra-buttery, and a little bit moist.
i pressed and parbaked that flat-crackery layer for eleven minutes in the oven,
keeping the firebox fresh at a steady 350 fahrenheit.
yum.
over that,
i laid down a made-up classic muffin-style vanilla-kissed
dried-blueberry-infused cakey batter, very thick, super-rich, and heavy-F*ing-duty.
yup.
the main body needs body, b!tches.
otherwise, you've got a sag-A* mess when you add the next two layers.
that's right.
blueberry compote is what's up.
simmered sugary lemon-juiced lemon-zested vanilla-bean-boiled berries,
thickened with a little starch and activated pectin, until it's almost jammie-jam,
but still wet enough to run into all the corners, cracks, and crevices
along the surface of that cakey hottness.
that's be plenty to enjoy,
IF i was just some weak-saucy diaper-babyish little loser.
but,
that's not how we doo-doo that freaky sh!t, is it?
no way.
we always want MORE, because we're burly,
we're hungry,
we're greedy,
and we've got the know-how, AND the drive, to create one last level of new hottness
scattered and smattered over all three previous stacks on stacks on stacks.
mmmmhmmmm.
too much is the right amount, kids.
real talk.
oat flour?
that's delicious.
creamchee'?
also pretty tasty.
cinnamon?
c'mon.
don't be dumb..... it's obviously awesome.
so,
if i mix all of those up,
with a bit of butters, and splash of vanilla,
and just a gluey glop of regular pastry flour,
what do i get?
i get molto busy with some barbarian big action, that's what i get!
crumble-blops of creamy cookie-ish cinnamon clumps,
covering the roof of that sticky blurple blarpitiness!!!
i know it's verifiably expert, because i ate it up.
and i ate a lot of it,
and i ate it a la mode.
that's right.
a scoople of vanilla almond milk ice cream made the whole thing even better.
adding a little more always does.
i'm about that bakery living.
i'm about that blueberry jauns.
i'm about to have a little more, again.
i get to, because my fruitful labors in fruit are made for ding just that.
i am grateful for the bounty of my kitchen,
i am grateful for the gluttony i overindulge in,
i a grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....