mmmhmmmm.
i doo-doo that freaky sh!t,
and you like when i do, too.
peanut butter is delicious,
unless you've got an allergy,
in which case, it is actually still delicious,
but you will DIE from enjoying it.
.....which, in this case, is probably worth it,
because i've got the brownie jauns that'll make you go to your early grave
with a great big chocolate-smeared smile on your face.
check the teleport:
peanut buttery!
super cocoa-whisked chocolate explosions everywhere!
coconut, to add a little fiber and a lot of texture to cakeish rectangles
that'd otherwise get too dry and dense from all that p'nutty power....
neighbors-
the 360-surround crispiness keeps watch over a moist midsection,
and that's pretty great stuff-
but,
the chocolate drizz really keeps the taste going as it melts into the crumb.
yup.
what?
oh.
that's peanut butter frosting.
i was really just taking them to eleven with that,
but it does seem to add some sexy sweet showmanship to the mix, doesn't it?
ha!
i make my brownie batter in a pot.
i do.
i melt a stick of butterish, or coconut oil,
in with a cup of the milky stuff of your choice,
and add two cups of brown sugar.
whoa.
i'm not scared.
plus a half a cup of cocoa, and then maybe just a little ground chocolate,
and in this instance, a half a tsp. of salt, a tablespoon of vanilla,
half a cup of coconut, and half a cup of peanut butter.
when that's all melted together, on medium-low heat,
i take it down a notch,
and then stir in two cups of flour, and another 'nother half a cup of tapioca.
guys, it's like a half an hour's worth of bake time, at the standard cakey 350 F,
and you've got new hottness oozing into your whole life just like that.
i duuno about you, but i could ( and have) terrorized a ton of 'em.
y'know what else i've been decimating all dang day?
this tasty worse-water from the midwest:
boom.
lacroix.
the choice of all hip white folks everywhere,
in everyone's favorite classic pamplemousse.
or, as people would call it: grapefruit.
i'm excited,
because it's finally available here, years and years and years after my first sip.
it's up in the northeast now, and i can sip it up all the time.
but, i mean, how good is it?
it's like fresca, but not even a little sweet,
and that other stuff?
the cerise-lion?
a.k.a. the cherry-lime tall boys?
c'mon.
medicine-flavored bubblesauce,
in energy drink-style cans,
but with absolutely no go-go in there anywhere.
i LOVE it.
*
february is on it's last legs.
tomorrow means we're moving onward towards spring.
up in the mountains,
we don't get very excited or optimistic about that.
we know better.
it's hard styles only for the next eight weeks,
and then maybe we'll see about some positive thinking.
time moves us where it will, and for all our struggling against the current,
or dwelling in the past (ha),
the flow deposits us on stranger and stranger shores with every rise in tidings.
damn.
this is where i'm at,
but i'm curious to see where i will be;
never quiet, never soft.....
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