softly.

i wanted to make sweet cakey biscuits.
i did.
i even used a biscuit cutter to slice out circles from the fat rolled dough
i'd prepared and chilled and all of that.
i mean it.
i thought of scones,
but lighter,
and with something on top, perhaps.
what i got instead,
despite folding layers of lusciousness into that light and airy lump
of buttery blarpity blops,
were cookies.
no doubt about it-
cakey, soft, featherweight sugarcookies,
but clearly cookies, and definitely NOT biscuits.
i mean it.
honestly,
i really didn't see that coming,
but i'm not one to despair over a victory i didn't expect.
as biscuits, they fell short on several levels,
but as giant sweet vanilla treats,
they are, as a matter of fact, well and truly expert.
check the teleport:

yum.
why weren't they biscuits?
i dunno!
maybe i just needed more flour.
i'll tell you what's in there,
and maybe you can tell me where i effed up?
-
a stick o' butter,
a few tablespoons of vegan creamchee',
a cupish of vegan vanilla yogurt,
a cup of sugar,
salt, b.p. and b.s., and a splash of vanilla extract,
tapioca flour in a roughly half cup crush,
and white wheat flour to the tune of two cups and change-
tastiness was guaranteed,
and the timeline for cooking was about sixteen minutes,
and also, they spread out more than i'd anticipated-
i was going to still make them bisuits,
but ampy-d, in her emperor's-new-clothesline of innocence,
called 'em out as sugary cookies,
and so it was,
and so it is.
neighbors,
i iced 'em,
just so i could stick on some seasonally appropriate sprankles.
those ones on the left are bunnies,
because of it being the first an' that.
rabbit! rabbit! rules apply.
that's a thing.
y'know what else is a thing?
when unexpected hottness more than makes up for expected hottness.
heck,
as long as it's delicious, i'll usually hang out for a while.
i mean,
c'mon,
who doesn't love a plot-twist y'kn'm'sayin'?
*
it's not all always big fun and games in this kitchen.
in fact,
the feeling of compulsion that causes my baking to happen is a pressure,
which is left unbled, will likely burst my veins and cause me harm.
i do what i do because i have to.
i'm glad i get the rewards that the results provide,
but make no mistakes, kids-
this is not always a big fun flour-power glittery sing-along bake-and dance show.
as a matter of fact,
getting some baking in before my impending journey to connecticut
has had it's own fair share of stress.
i HATE getting less done, duders,
even if it means i'm just doing something else instead.
i want both,
i want more,
i don't want OR, i want AND!
we'll see if connecticut can deliver the goods while i'm there.
there may very well be pizza for the third day in a row,
and that's something i DO love to do.
because too much is the right amount,
and that includes car rides and family overlaps and pizza pie for your eye.
today is the day.
the first one out of the gates,
and i'm packing in as much as the minutes will allow for.
i'm outta here,
and that's going to have to do for now;
never quiet, never soft.....