pie!!!!

neighbors,
once in a while i make some seriously expert sh!t.
like,
even more so than usual,
by virtue of it being bigger and better than my everyday doings.
y'know?
it's kitchen wizardry, and we all can assume that not every spell is a world-shaker;
however,
that just accentuates the activated excellence of the ones that are.
for real.
some flavors just lend themselves to supreme dopeness.
that's the truth.
chocolate and peanut butter were made to touch each others' parts,
and when they do?
....it's F*ing beautiful.
word up.
check the big-action-type teleport:

BAAAAM!
cocoa-laced oatmeal graham cracker crust.
crumbly, but thick, and firm, but not too crawnchy.
it's got the texture spectrum covered, kids,
because there's smooth jauns everywhere else.
seriously.
chocolate peanut butter creme?!
yeah!
half a package of vegan creamchee',
some drained firm tofu, a whole lotta scoops of peanut butter,
ka-powdered sugar, cocoa, vanilla, a pinch of salt, a slap of tapioca,
and so many melted chocolate chips.......
it's dense, duders. don't even think it's light and fluffy.
no way.
it's got the thickness, and that's precisely what makes it so good.
chocolate peanut butteriness should be burly,
because it's a mutha-flippin' man's treat.
haha.
i put some unchocolatized peanut butter creme on top,
because variety is kinda nice,
and then i activated that with a shiny skin of dark chocolate ganache.
expert!
i mean it, the flavors and the textures and the tastes and the looks are all poppin',
and an all-synced-up sexy dessert does something special to my senses.
uh-huh.....i feel good.
and i feel better and better the more i eat.
plus,
there's some of that super smooth chocolate frosting,
AND then more of the same,
but with peanut butter blended in, encircling the edges,
for even MORE flavor and fun for our flappin' jacks!
you know the drill, don'tcha?
too much is the right amount.
that's the only way to get fresh in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
rules is (still) rules, after all.
***********
every day is full.
i don't think i realized the full and lasting implications of my huggable troublemaker.,
constable crabtree coming to crash at my place
for the next foreseeable decade and a half.
the thing is,
he keeps me busy,
in all the empty spaces where real life friends are supposed to be,
but,
unlike my imaginary friends,
he also keeps me from accomplishing anything at all.
he's got a system,
and it involves F*ing with sh!t he shouldn't,
and literally doing nothing else BUT that.
ummmmm. mmhmm.
it's a lot of fun,
but only if your idea of fun is chasing a chewing chump through
all the nooks, crannies, closets, and cabinets of a big old house.
then again,
if that's not your thing,
you'll be having a terrible night, every night.
trust me on that.
i could be doing something other than wrestling a wriggling warrior dog,
but i s'pose i got what i deserved.
i mean,
he's not a stoopid goldendoodle.
i would never,
because doodle-dogs are pure bullsh!t, and that's a fact.
terrible terrorist terriers are my jammie jam.
everything else is easy,
and easy isn't allowed on the premises.
be smart, but work smarter, and way harder,
because the harder way IS the smarter way,
even if your dog is a little bit intentionally dumb.
it's all really happening,
at 3:30a.m., in this case.
sleep is the cousin of death,
and i'm fixin' to make like kissing cousins with both if this keeps up;
never quiet, never soft.....