squares.

proportions.
i don't pay close attention to that sort of thing.
nope.
not even one little tiny bit.
too much is the right amount,
and that always applies to my bakey makings.
so,
sometimes,
i have just a little crushed graham cracker crumble left over.
other times, i have a whole bunch.
this time,
i had a lot, and i used it to become something much more.
yeah.
that's the way it works around here.
buttery graham and coconut and vanilla and brown sugar,
added in to MORE butterish, and MORE brown sugar,
plus a pinch of salt, MORE vanilla, and 3/4 cup of applesauce,
whipped up into a light, airy mix of battery blops.
from there, it was just a matter of shaking in some flour,
pulverizing more graham crax,
measuring a tsp each of baking kapowder and soda,
and adding a cup of soymilk.
damn.
for an eyeballed off-the-cuff improvisation,
they're kinda bringing the fire to the party.
check the teleport:

i mean, those jauns look pretty cute, right??
ha.
it's the frosting that really completes the look.
whipped up and lathered on, in swirl after swirl after swirl of sugary,
vanilla-y sweetness, holding both halves together,
and taking the tops to the next level of flavor.
i'll bet frosting on a graham cracker is also delicious,
albeit molto low-budget, a.k.a. not invited to my makeout parties.
hmm?
crushed graham crackery sprankles?
sure thing.
after all, there's no such thing as too much of a good thing.
i believe they refer to that scenario as a great thing.
these right angled golden great things fit the description,
and they're so soft, and so buttery, and so fluffy,
that from the very first bite they slide right down into the sweet spot.
(where they probably immediately become plumpy bellymeat)
neighbors,
they're treats!
c'mon.
***********
yesterday,
i ate so much strawberry chee'cake that i skipped dinner.
that's the truth.
not because i'm a calorie counting whiny wet diaper baby,
i mean, that's not a thing we warrior poets worry about...
but,
i glossed over the supper scene because i was already all the way full!
yup.
i stuffed myself silly,
and while i might've managed to snack in increments for the remainder of the evening,
that cake really took me where i needed to be.
the great big obese beast that resides in my insides guides my movements sometimes,
and before i realize it,
the best treats are gone in an instant.
i anticipate that these graham goodies are about to recreate that scene again, today.
it's all really happening,
and damn,
it's all really delicious;
never quiet, never soft.....