jinx

duders,
it's friday the thirteenth!
uh-oh.
watch out for black cats,
and then also watch out for every other cat,
because they are all THE WORST.
and then avoid the kitschy discount tattoo world,
because that's what poor people do.
oh,
and if you see a dude with a melted head and a hockey mask
carrying a machete?
well,
as long as you're not getting high with your boobs out,
you should be okay,
but that's not a guarantee.
ha.
but seriously,
the jinxy bad luck is afoot today,
so be sure to avoid stepping on cracks or whatever.
instead,
y'might wanna get expert on some cake...
brown sugar high-rise hottness is what's poppin' around the parts.
check the teleport:

neighbors,
they've got the big domed tops that come from overly activated baking kapowder-
i think adding half a cup of very tangy acidic soy yogurt really pumped up the jams,
and made them overachieve like muffiny champions.
plus,
i used a lot of non-stick oven spray.
uh-huh.
and it made the bottom and edges extra crispy.
yeah.
i mean,
that actually kind of made them more awesome, flavorwise,
but they look sort of like two-tone treats,
when in fact, they've just got the darkness of caramelized brown sugar clumps
making the outsides tan up.
.....hence the birdseye shot.
the whoopie-pie-style filling though, is so choice.
a third of a package of vegan creamchee', and a half a stick of butts,
and three cups of powdered sugar, with vanilla extract,
and full fat coconut milk by the bloppy glugful...
i dunno how much, but i DO know it wasn't a lot.
it sure does taste good tho.
i can't ever leave the treats alone, either.
i got that melted dark chocolate, and whatever was left of the coconut milk,
which, incidentally, was all the remains of the initial use,
and that was the damned fine curry jauns from wednesday night...
mmhmm.
anyway,
i made a quick ganache, with vanilla and powdered sugar in there, too.
and i had to diagonally stripe the fancy on those blocks.
guys,
THAT wasn't enough either.
nope.
too much is the right amount.
i had to bust out the chocolate frosting florettes, y'know?
a little exxxtra is always welcome at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
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work.
everybody who is any good is doing some of that.
lately, though,
as the weather has finally nicey-nicened up,
the chumps and blarps of this mountain valley have been frequently rescheduling
in favor of riverside drinkies and tick-laden hikes.
awesome news on the one hand,
because that opens up tons of time for making art,
and terrible news on the other,
because movie checks aren't just handed out for nothin'.
womp woommmmmp.
so,
i'm at job for half of the day,
and busily blasting itty-bitties the other.
it's a real treat,
painting on garbage,
and it's a real trick, staying upbeat for the people who pop in
expecting level eleven readiness for their big ideas and little tattoos.
word.
so,
i'm workin' it,
and i'm workin' on it,
and it's workin' out,
even though i probably need to work out more.
all of it is really happening,
and i think that as it unfolds i'm pretty damned jinx-proof.
even if that's just for today, anyway;
never quiet, never soft.....