treatin' it up!

chocolate creme!!!!!
yup.
you know i think chocolate is expert, right?
well, i do, because it is...
right now,
i'm utilizing some chocolaty goodness in the smoothest way possible-
that creme, neighbors.
i told you a little minute ago about how to do it,
a cup of soymilk, hot as heck on the stove,
and a sup of soymilk with vanilla, powdered sugar, starch, flour,
and all that jazz, blended into aslurry and added in,
plus soooo much stirring-
this one is not much different,
except that it's got so much chocolate...
mmmmmm.
i even put some elite vegan marshmallowy hot cocoa jauns in there.
a little somethin' exxxtra, just because i had it on hand.
it came out so thick, and rich, and smooth, and good.
check the teleport:

i mean, c'mon, man.
i had some sweet dough left over from the other day,
and i made a big ol' tart-shaped sugar cookie for the crust,
and i even stamped out some circles on the side,
for fillin' up with dark chocolate ganache, and squooshing together.
i'm just sayin',
little baby sandwiches on a pie might be the future.
what?
you know i HAD to doo-doo that sandwich sh!t.
it's F*ing sandwich week,
and rules is rules.
so,
there's cookies and creme,
but that's not nearly enough, now, is it?
no way.
too much is the right amount,
naturally.
to make sure i did justice to the mantra,
i also activated an avalanche of cocoa frosting, too.
swirls on swirls, whorled around in the empty spaces,
just to kick up the enveloping awesomeness of MORE chocolaty cheer.
oh, yes-
the chocolate level is definitely high,
almost to the point of overwhelming your brainwaves
with short-fuse frequencies of loud, fresh, hardness.....
that's the moment when you add something special,
and kick the power up a notch,
because taking it to eleven is the only place left to go.
wordimus prime.
shaved chocolate bar sprankles did the trick.
yum.
a quick little pie, chilled out and firmed up,
so the gelato-jiggle of that chocoliscious love rally
really takes you right where you wanna be.
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oh, yes,
and i terrorized an almost-everything bagel for breakfast.
i did.
teleport:

almost everything.
(for realsies, it could've been whole wheat, too-
don't call it everything is you're gonna make one with even more)
garlic hummus, crispy fried tofu, baconical brickish strips,
pea shoots, and the last bits of my custom guacamole.
such a squishy 'guini, but so tasty from the first bite to the last-
that's no joke.
all that sh!t on the bagel really accentuated all the already expert tastes within.
and while i will i'll admit i miss the Tea'N'Toast ritual,
it's only for a week that i'm putting stuff in between the slices,
and i can resume my regular routine on monday, anyway.
i'm almost there,
and i'm almost ready for tonight.
we'll see what happens by evening,
i hope i can conjure up a worthy presentation for day 7.
what else even is there?
cooking and eating,
creating and devouring,
messing it up and cleaning up afterwards,
there's a pattern of creative destruction, and destructive creation,
constructive instruction, and instructive ingestion.
it's all really happening,
and it's the best part, each and every time;
never quiet, never soft.....