chocolate cake.

chocolate is probably good for you?
i'd like to think so.
what?
no.
not because of some secret nutrients or whatever,
just because it's pretty flippin' dope, and it tastes really great,
so it's got to be doing something good,
because every time i put it in my face, i feel better.
no science, duders,
just tastebuds.
that's what i'm basing my hypothesis on.
i'm always down to run a few tests.
i mean,
information is one of my favorite things.
and collecting firsthand info is the very best way to learn.
right now, i'm learning a lot about eating a bunch of chocolate.
is it good?
yes?
....for me?
maybe.
i'm gonna be busy collecting a whole lot more data for a while longer,
for sure.
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neighbors,
when i'm baking up some treats, y'know what i'm thinking about?
nothing!
nope.
nothing at all,
i'm just letting my scoops spoons and spatulas span time,
in the interest of creative meditation.
it doesn't work when i'm cooking.
probably because i've got too many pots going at once,
or possibly because open flames lure in my barbarian inner self,
and my infinite nature is incited by the ignition of inflammable intuition?
that's be cool.
anyway,
sometimes,
i just want a chocolate cake.
the thing is,
i can do that,
and i do that.
this is what happens when i make that happen:

yum.
i'll tell you, friends-
there is not all that much cocoa in the batter,
but,
there IS a whole bunch of shaved chocolate.
yeah.
it makes it much much lighter,
in color and texture,
and that was a nice little surprise.
plus,
the chocolate is extra melty,
so the inside had little banana bread specks,
only, it's chocolate, not fruit, and that's expert!
so, i had a light, tight, crumb,
which is usually pretty good news.
and on top of that, i whipped up an insanely light, soft chocolate frosting.
it's times like these that i wish i measured the proportions just a little bit better.
seriously,
that frosting is crazy soft, and just this side of airy.
it melts as soon as it hits your tongue.
i love that.
i'm sure i'll be making batches of brown blops, just to attempt to recreate this topping.
damn.
it's good.
but i couldn't it alone.
i never can.
too much is the right amount,
and if i wasn't overdoing it,
i think i'd feel like a lazy little wimp-A* baby.
and i can't have that here in the muy fuerte and molto hot fuego of my undoubtably dope
redoubt of really real rural (self)righteousness.
y'feel me?
we do MORE, no matter what.
rules is rules,
and the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress has a pretty firm code of conduct for the kitchen.
word up.
so,
there's cocoa dust all over the top,
for a little bit of exxxtra chocolaty hottness,
and cookie crumbly sprankles,
for a little toothsome touch of crawnch in every bite.
yuuuuup.
if i can't leave well enough alone, does that make me unwell?
well, here's to hoping chocolate really IS good for me, then.
ha.
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i'm not a writer, i just type a lot.
i'm not a baker, i just make treats.
i'm sayin'-
if you don't get paid, then it's not what you are, it's just what you DO.
and i do what i do, only, it doesn't get me anywhere.
i'm certain the name for that is hobbies, kids.
that's what i've got.
a hobby habit.
i take it all too seriously, because that's my way,
but if it ain't about those movie checks, it's a little less real.
besides, i thought hobbies were supposed to be fun?
this compulsion to create, this revulsion at resting,
this burning fiery furnace of driving forces keeps me up at night,
and wakes me up with go-go juiciness before everybody else.
you'd think i'd be getting ahead,
but i'm just getting fat.
it's all really happening.
i'm going to need more chocolate;
never quiet, never soft.....