yup.
browwwwwwwwwwn sugar.
light brown, in this instance,
but still quite a ways darker than the regular refined or even that raw sugar,
and definitely the right decision to make.
neighbors,
brown sugar cookies are now on the menu.
they're pretty flippin' rich,
and definitely a decadent choice for the baked greats game here in the
incongruously warm wintry mudpuddle of woodsly goodness.
yeah, that's right.
i got a sloppy forest realm,
but,
i've also got some neat cookies and that helps to rein in my messes
with the controlled expertism of some cookieish successes!
check the teleport:
hey, guys,
i really like circles!
i do.
and these circles of buttery brown sugary (& slightly cream-chee'd) crawnchiness
are by far some of the better biscuits i've been able to brew up.
that's real.
and while i'm the type of fella who loves all shapes and sizes of treats,
i especially enjoy a cookie sandwich-
so i HAD to activate some ground chocolaty frosting for the middle of mine,
since i'd already punched out those peewee roundies from the middles,
and i needed to do something nicey-nicey with the presentation.
i mean, c'mon.
we'll all eat an ugly cookie,
but isn't it kind of more rewarding to bite the sh!t out of a pretty one?
i think so.
i don't know what's in these.
i mean,
i do,
but i eyeballed all the proportions so i've only got approximations at best,
and gross exaggerations in between...
and besides, i just kind of mooshed the whole thing into shape,
before i chilled 'em and rolled 'em into actual shapes.
i remember that i needed to add a little french kiss of maple syrup, though,
(agave or whatever else would've done as well)
because the o.g. trial run was a little dry and too crumbly
to fully become it's ultimate potential hottness-
that's the thing about making sh!t up:
you can just keep going and going, and there's no wrong answers yet-
and until the finished product tastes bad or wilts or falls or melts,
there's always room for MORE.
that's real,
and too much IS the right amount,
that's how frosting top-dots, and cookie accent circles on cookie circle stacks
and then ganache drizz' all get poppin' at once.
i want that luxury jauns, kids.
real talk-
i'm tired of livin' like poor people do,
and i'm ready for a whole week of all-out ball-out big action,
leading right on up to st. patrick's day.
ummmmm.
what?
did that sound weird to you?
it should've.
i mean, for real, i like potatoes,
but,
i don't drink, never ever,
or even ever,
and what's more,
i'm 0% genetically descended from the emerald isle.
huh.
that does seems a little cognitively dissonant compared against
almost all other peoples' predilections for the day, doesn't it?
i guess i'll have to sit this one out.
SIKE!!!
i'm sayin',
it's okay not to drink, and it's okay to wear green,
and it's pretty F*ing expert to fire up a big ol' black tea soda bread,
and some corned seitan, or double-n/a-beer-boiled tempeh and cabbage.
right??
C'MON, friends.
let's get all cuchulainn on this holiday,
and leave the sainted sons of the shamrock to puke their guts up
while we fill ours with shiny, briny, bubblin' sqeaky boomfire
straight from the red branch celts and sh!t!!!
WORD.
oh.
^that's all a thing. learn your archaic pre-history, y'ding-dongs, it's good for you.
i'm gonna get ampy-d to kiss me even though i'm NOT irish,
and i'm gonna eat a whole bunch of heirloom fingerling spuds,
and right up until then,
starting now,
i'm gonna get fresh on the indulgent ingestible excellence.
it's all about to go off,
but as always, it's all already really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....
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