ricecake

gluten freedom!!!!!!
hahahah.
i love wheat,
but once in a while, i wanna make sure i've still got that mack-hand strength
when it comes to cakey creativity withOUT the best, most delicious, reliable flour.
...yeah.
so,
i made a gluten free, superultramoist circle or serious sexxiness for my face.
i did.
i didn't write down a recipe, but i'll recite what excited me to imporvise,
as i recall it all:
a butterish stick, a half a cup of brown rice flour, a whole cup of white rice flour,
another cup of coarse ground oats, a third of a cup of tapioca,
all bonding over a floofy toss-in of xantham;
half a cup of applesauce,;
teaspoonfuls of baking powder and soda;
a cuppa soymilk, splashed with lemon juice;
a couple teaspoons of vanilla;
a pinchy half-inch of salt, and cup of light brown sugar,
all thrown into a mixin' bowl,
and whisked into the sort of gummy gunk that you should really probably
start to expect when baking without wheat.
that's no joke.
and once it was done baking, after forty-five freakin' minutes,
it was still, and is still, the bounciest, springiest, moistest mound of hottness
i've had the pleasure to munch up in a little minute or two.
real talk.
check the teleport:

BAAAAAM!
what?
whaaaaat??!
oh.
well,
since the cake was a weird one,
i freaked off the frosting game with a little neapolitano trio of triumph.
mmmmhmmmm.
vanilla first, as it IS the base for all things beautiful,
which quickly gave way to strawberry-rehydrated activated fruit freshness,
and that, in turn, with the addition of cocoa became chocolate-strawberry frosting!
which would've been great just by itself,
but when teamed with the other other two,
it really explodes a series of sweet complexities directly across the bow of your battleship.
neighbors,
you know the rules-
too much is the right amount.
three frostings just seemed to fit the bill, y'feel me?
also,
fair warning to the faint of heart and weak of sauce:
this cake will excite you.
...and if it doesn't,
you might actually be an A*-hole.
although that's fine, too,
just leave the cake alone, so i can have your slice without you staring at me.
ha.
*
the whole of the white mountains is a mud bog.
warmish weather, and late winter rains have collaborated on a morass of mayhem
that threatens to engulf everything dry in it's squishy,
splishy, swampy sucking stickiness.
that's real.
my feet are sinking wherever i walk crabtree,
and his previously tight, bright, white coat of coarse hairs
is getting tanner and tanner with each step in any direction.
yuck.
spring is freight-training it's way towards us,
but,
i know the north,
so i won't be breaking out the shorts just yet.
there's surely more sh!t-salad to be served,
we're just getting baited into falling for fair weather forecasts.
optimism is terrific, but the predictably unpredictable shifts in earth and sky
that routinely complete the bigger picture, as seen from the scenic overlook
facing away from my first-light kitchen window says that's a fool's gamble.
guys,
just when you think it's going to be good, or nice, or whatever,
nature wins by a landslide, perhaps literally,
and we're reminded that the game is totally fixed;
never quiet, never soft.....