what's good?

neighbors,
dudes be out here dying for my sins an' sh!t....
i s'pose that's appreciated,
but i'm much more focused on this cake over here.
huh?
no, really.
now,
i'm assuming you follow me on instagram,
because you like food and you're smart.
in that case, you'll notice i'm a day late,
and several dollars short,
and also about to discuss the devilish dopeness
that is totally crucifying it so hard in these streets right now!
check the teleport:

yup.
forgiveness in spelt, oats, and wheat.
guys,
a liitle heirloom spelty speltness, freakin' it off alongside those nutty oats,
with the more traditional wheat flour for body,
and almond extract and sliced toasted almonds all throughout?
c'mon.
after any last supper,
serving a dessert like this might've made judas change his mind!
coffee cake is always expert, and almonds are pretty rad, too,
but what really finishes it off, like the lance of longinus,
are those cranberries.
mmhmm.
the cakey part is packed with elite textures.
the fluff, the nuts, and those chopped dried cranberries,
to activate some hottness heretofore unheard of in the
hallowed halls of   Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
it's good.
really good.
thirty denarii good.
forsaken for the sake of absolving mankinds' sinfulness good.
well,
maybe not that good,
but, so close-
and i attribute it to that cinnamon-almond creamchee' frosting.
i do.
it's so light, and that kiss of cinnamon is how i identified it,
before the almond essence really revealed the truth to me.
there's no denying it, not even once, let alone three times....
good frosting is the make or break.
(we made it)
and naturally, because too much is the right amount,
i had to kick it up to eleven,
and surround the surface with a surfeit of almond and berry sprankles.
wordimus prime.
*
it's icy outside.
super-slick, scary-slippery glare ice is coating everything
and it's a very unspringlike sheen that the scene is painting in clearwater danger..
i already slid across the hills of the woodsly goodness,
flailing away in a caroming slalom as soon as i stepped outside.
ha.
the good thing about getting up so early is there's nobody around to watch me catch wreck.
except crabtree.
and he loves it.
the closer to disaster i come, the harder he pushes me towards the precipice.
....he's like that.
inside and out,
the elements are conspiring to convince me of the not-so-goodness of today.
i refuse to allow that to be the case.
i've got cake,
i've got appointments,
i've got warrior poetry,
and i've got a full head of hot fire, thunder, and lightning-
the old,gods don't give a sh!t about today,
and i guess, in my own wotan-devil-doom kind of way,
i don't either.
it's all still really happening,
and if i don't die on the black ice surrounding me on all sides,
it'll be a good day indeed;
never quiet, never soft.....