quickscuits

......and then i was all like,
" crabtree is being good, and it's still just so super early,
plus i'm almost outta sourdough for toasting this morning,
so i guess i gotta bake something".
and that's when i started to think more about my failure biscuits from last week.
mmhmm.
you remember, right?
the cakey cookies that were s'posed to not be!
hahaha.
there is good news, though, guys-
i got it right this time!
no, really,
i mean it.
check the teleport:

boom!
flaky, sweet, crispy outsides,
chewy, buttery, moist interiors,
and two kinds of chocolate bits throughout.
mini chips, for an optimized dispersal of chocolate per square inch,
and then the big 'uns, for stashed-out splurges of chocolaty thunder.
what went differently this time?
more flour, three cups worth, plus half a cup of tapioca,
less soymilk, like only 3/4 of a cup
a longer chilling-out time, like fifteen minutes,
and the oven on convection for maximum conviction at around 400 luscious degrees.
neighbors,
the fold-and-turn-and-fold-and-so-on scene really makes them flaky,
as the buttery butts and creamy chee'chunks get dispersed in compressed layers
of fatty boombattie steamy dreamscapes,
which in turn moisten and expand and extrapolate the crumb into striations of sensation.
hahahaha.
they're good, and a little salty,
and a little sweet ( i used a whole cup of sugar)
and there's an awful lot of them.
or, there were,
until i started bingeing out on the little flatties.
there are far fewer remaining now,
but,
my bellyhole is far happier than it was before i baked 'em.
i make treats.
that's my thing.
and when i'm over here, early shirley,
sittin' pretty, or at least, not being seen in my resplendent unattractiveness,
i think it's only right that i do what i do,
and stay in practice for the big action should the need
for a lifesaving baked good ever arise.
i'm just sayin',
the cookie i bake could be the cookie that saves the day.
ha.
*
it's been a quick year so far.
too quick, i'd argue.
the days are slipping away, and the unique and novel experiences are far fewer
and much farther between.
today,
however,
i have guests coming.
it's been a while since i've entertained,
and this may be the first real hosting job i've co-captained with ampy-d.
i'm looking forward to tonight,
when dinner and duders and talks and laughs an' that all start ufolding,
but first,
i've got stacks of tattzaps to attack,
and then, and only then,
can really real life resume.
it's all really happening,
this awkwardly creased and recently ceased fired-up onslaught of time and space.
time is passing,
and time is passing us by, and pastimes are past times.
it's all elapsed, and eclipsed, and only noted in elipses
as partial-payment pauses and page breaks in the big sad bad not-so-novel
dark and stormy days and nights that make up our lives.
....
this is it;
never quiet, never soft.....