mess-ups.

i effed up some frosting, neighbors.
mmhmm.
it happens sometimes,
when you've got too much fat fatness,
and not enough light airiness-
and once it turns that corner,
there's no getting it back.
so,
i had a potful of pooped-out peanut buttery chocolate marshmallow frosting,
but it was looking a whole lot more like a sad greasy brown paste
than anything i'd ever want to put in my mouth.
awwww.
the thing is,
i wasn't going to let a little overdose of peanuts and butts
turn my sweet triumph into tangy tragedy.
no way.
i did something.
and it was a good something, kids.
yeah.
that foiled frosting was folded in with some flour and other cakey additives,
and what was supposed to be a berfday cupcake topping
quickly became a whole other 'nother other thing entirely...
i transmogrified that sh!t,
i'm a cakey bakey alchemist,
and i turned the trip-up back into a trodding tread-well trump card.
yuuuuuup.
check the scallop-edged-tart-pan-type-teleport:

woooohooooooo.
chocolate marshmallow vegan hot cocoa mix.
that was the base, and that was where the frosting took a turn for the worse.
it's sugary, and gritty, and in general, an uncooperative operator in the treats game.
it's great in warm vegetable milks,
but it's a real A*-hole on the whipped buttery scene.
damn.
however,
it tastes so good, i allow it to reside in my cupboard,
and now that i've unlocked the secret to effective activation,
it'll get used up expeditiously.
i've got a prodigious plan to bake alllllll the cakes,
and this one makes me think i may actually really doo-doo that freaky sh!t.
y'know?
now, in the interest of honet and upfront communication-
the center of the cake fell inwards, despite an overlong baking period.
turns out,
deviant and defiant frosting doesn't give a F* about becoming a cake,
and will remain recalcitrant well beyond getting it's point across.
ha.
so now i've got this rogue ribbed roundie,
and it's got peanut buttery sponginess,
and chocolate marshmallow supersugar sweetness,
and i'm wondering how to turn that up a notch or two.
the answer-
MORE sugar.
ugh.
two kinds of frosting, both of which are genuinely well-proportioned
and functional versions of whipped creme-style dopeness,
and then,
to make sure it's got balance in the force,
what with all that softness soaking up all the the spaces-
i blasted the top with cacao nib sprankles.
wooooord.
it gets that crawnchy jauns poppin',
and that adds the exact contrast that makes a midsection cake-sag
turn up and out and into something expert!
yep.
*
i try pretty hard to correct my mistakes,
whenever doing my damnedest to prevent mistakes has failed.
it still happens,
after all,
i'm only one man,
with all the same vulnerabilities as anyone else.
i just fight them all day long, from way before sunrise,
and long after sunset.
does that sound exhausting?
it is.
but sleepytimes don't make you the best possible version of yourself.
they just leave you bright eyed and bushy tailed and the same as before.
crabtree sees to it that i never fall into that trap.
my little monster woke me up allll night,
and now he's over here sleeping exxxtra hard,
like his mission was molto accomplished.
hard styles, and long days, and bad weather, and weird cake.
that's how forty begins in the woodsly goodness.
it's all really happening,
and i'll surely be awake for the duration;
never quiet, never soft.....