macaroon cupcakes!!

guys,
i made a thing,
and it is a good thing.
check the teleport:

BAM!
coconut sugar, and coconut flour, and coconut milk,
and flaky unsweetened cracker-A* coconut shreds.
all of that, but NOT coconut oil.
(it gets too slippery wet when it gets hot,
and that's not sexy when it's in a muffin tin)
word up.
the full fat of the coconut milk,
the buttery pats that creamed up the sugar,
the coconut flour that added all kinds of fiber,
the whole dang thing, duders-
so much flavor, and all of it exxxtra-concentrated through the judicious
application of heavy-handed coconutty justice!
yeah.
i doo-doo that overdoo-dooing things type of sh!t.
i gotta,
because too much is the right amount.
oh, and another thing i should probably mention-
i've got an in-between sized muffin pan.
it's so kyoooot!
so i'm over here reppin' midi-muffs,
a bit bigger than the babiest,
but still much smaller than the standard,
and happily just the right size for a double dozen drops of moist-as-F* freshness,
in fully-formed knobbly, coconut-magical flavor.
a stick of butts.
a cup of coconut sugar.
6oz. of soy yogurt.
a cup of coconut flour.
a cup of all-purpz flour.
half a cup of coconut flakes.
a big ol' shake of tapioca.
a half tsp salt
a tsp of baking soda, and 1.5tsp baking kapowder.
plus 3/4 of a can of full fat coconut milk.
that's the stuff,
and it only took twentysomething minutes at 365F
for them to be the spongiest, chunkiest, fluff-ball blops
you've ever wanted to eat twenty of in a row.
real talk.
i chomped through a lot of 'em yesterday.
i did.
and it was flippin' AWESOME every single time.
i could've left them alone as muffins,
and they'd have been legendary around these parts,
but i never half-step because i'm not a half-stepper,
and i powdered a fistful of coconut flakes,
and dosed a bowful of confectioners sugar and butters with vanilla and cocoa,
and used that last 1/4 can of coconut milk,
and whipped up the richest frosting i've had in a dog's age.
i mean,
you can see how decadently shiny it is.
that's always a great sign.
then,
just to take it to eleven,
i slipped in some of those supersexxxy
dark-chocolate-covered lightly toasted coconut chip sprankles.
mmmmhmmmm.
i'm not afraid to bring more tastiness to the party.
that's sort of my thing, really.
*
i know that treats are only one facet of my kitchen situation,
but i was looking back through the history of my cake-baking makery,
and i will say this:
if nothing else,
i'm not getting worse at documenting anything.
ha.
i think there's always room to improve.
that's why i do what i do.
every time,
my obsessive nature compels me to tweak the edges just a tad,
amp up the hottness a btu or two,
and to generally F* with a good thing until it's a great thing,
and then mess around just a tiny bit more,
until it's expert.
i find faults more readily than i find happiness,
but that lack of contentment has kept me going through these past years,
because a quest is a quest is a quest,
and they're supposed to be hard.
just like the styles i rep, kids.
i'm on a quest for level eleven Folk Life & Liberty,
and it's a hell of a thing to try and bake your way to happness;
never quiet, never soft.....