cheery cherry.

what've i got?
huh?
did you just say lovin'??
ewww.
that's not it.
(anybody else ok with never hearing another sublime song ever again?)
duders,
what i've GOT is so many cherries!
rainier cherries, as a matter of fact-
the pink and yellow jauns that taste sweet as heck,
and look a little weird,
because they aren't the traditional stereotypical red.
yup.
i got 'em,
i sliced 'em,
and i pulled the pits out-
then,
i made some bread.
bread?
yeah, bread.
rainier cherry chocolate chunk bread.
wanna see it?
check the teleport:

yeah!
man, those stone fruits are wet!
and when they get baked?
they get even wetter!!
yikes.
neighbors,
when i'm baking i don't like to be interrupted.
and when the wettest batter isn't turning bready fast enough in the center?
oh MAN!
interruptions are met with a real grumpy face.
this loaf had a roller coaster ride of heat and cool cycles.
uh-huh.
i left it in the hot oven after i turned it off, before it was finished, and left the house.
then,
i heated up the oven again, and sent it home to the hottness a second time-
....and then the center fell straight down.
the strangest part is that it was finally all the way cooked,
but those cherries undermined all the infrastructure,
and settled way down post-bake.
steams swells and cherries fell and as such, i'll skip a recipe,
but i'll help myself to a second slice.
chocolate chunks are nice.
i mean,
alongside the fruit, and the vanilla bean paste,
the smashed chocolate bits dispersed and elevated the tastiness a touch,
and the smaller bits helped hold the rest together while it cooled.
i ate it,
and i shared it,
but i still wish it'd been a baby bit prettier.
hmm?
no.
i'm not satisfied with good enough,
because its not enough.
i'll eat ugly food, but i'd prefer to munch up on loveliness.
you know it.
i mean it.
it's a thing.
word up.
***********
i've got a job to do this weekend,
and that job is scheduled with a jam packed poopchute full of dudes.
uh-huh.
SO many dudes.
.....
y'wanna know how much fun it is to tattoo dudes for three days straight?
......it's not much fun at all, y'all.
dudes,
and their dudeish ideas,
are tedious at best,
and terrible as often as not.
now,
i will acknowledge that mixed in amongst the dudes,
there are a few MEN i've gotten to know getting bigger projects worked on,
and that's a whole other 'nother story altogether.
i don't know what happened, guys.
i was over here paying attention to plates and pans,
and tattooing slipped away a little bit.
whoa.
no.
i didn't get worse at it;
(jeez, way to be a jerk)
i meant i just let myself be taken for granted a bit.
doing all the doo-doo buttery straight-street stuff,
so my same-space competitors could keep doing what they wanted.
ugh.
food obsessing had me straight-up distracted.
sure,
the pinterested pintersection of tree silhouettes pays the bills,
but day in and day out,
playing janitor to bad ideas,
performed on bad people?
when the lost time finally hits, it hits hard.
turns out y'can't lose focus on any angle, man.
too much is the right amount,
and that mean everything,
everywhere,
all the damned time,
even when it's not fun, fulfilling, or rewarding.
no?
.....yeah.
i guess y'gotta MAKE it work,
and impose your own free iron will's magnetic warrior attraction
on circumstances, cultivated fortuitous coincidences by ploughing swords
into fetile imaginations, or some such semi-allegorical sh!t.
wow.
today is the first day of an activated affect and attitude reboot,
and it's FULL of dudes.
that's right.
i love a challenge,
and i choose the wrench;
never quiet, never soft.....