gold medals.

dudes,
my mack-handed macaroon magic is on point.
mmmhmmmm.
gluten-free coconut jauns,
uh-huh.
flaked coconut, coconut flour, xantham, white rice flour, salt,
sugar, coconut oil, butterish, and vanilla-
tossed liberally, and with an unconcernedly light heart into a big bowl.
honestly, i think sometimes y'gotta just trust yourself not be an A*-hole,
and fire some sh!t togeher to see what happens.
i had all that stuff, and i had time to myself for a little minute,
and so it got mixed up, rolled, cut, baked, and activated all the way to eleven-
i love it when the ideas work out,
and the treats are poppin', and the whole scene is flippin' LIT.
that's what i'm talking about!
haha.
c'mon.
i made coconut macaroon medallions,
and i made 'em work a couple of different ways.
check the teleport:

woooooord!
leftover pastry dough gets stiff and tacky,
but,
it also acts pretty puffily in a huff if you use it anyway.
i did, it did, and that was a good way to make room in the fridge,
AND make some well-wrapped crap get on board the expert express.
yeah!
-
i had the pressed cups of fluffin' floury crispiness ready,
so i took a cup of coconut milk,
and added two tablespoons of flour;
two tablespoons of corn starch;
two tablespoons of tapioca;
a quarter cup of confectioners sugar;
a quarter cup of cocoa,
and i blended that into a slurry of future pudding pastry creme.
all it needed was high heat and a whole bunch of wrist-wrecking whisking,
before i had the thickest, richest chocolusciousness you've never had in your mouth.
my mouth was psyched, however,
especially when i tucked a circle of coconut crawnch in there,
decorated with some chocolate accentuation,
and the mandatory pastry upgrade of pow-powdered sprankles on top.
-
but that wasn't enough.
i mean,
how could it be?
too much is the right amount,
and if one kind of cookie treat is good?
two has got to be an improvement.
that's just mathematics, neighbors-
so,
up front,
we've got double-deckin' what-the-heckin' little fruity cuties!
two of the cookie circles, stuck together with blueberry creamchee' frosting filling,
striped with MORE chocolate ganache drizzin' drips,
a whole other 'nother swirlyblop of bloobz,
and some MORE kapowdered sugar sprankles for good measure...
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guys,
it's your weekend,
but,
that's not really a thing up here.
i'm sayin'-
i'll be going strong and steady these next few days,
tattzappin' and crap-slappin' full-time, full-frontal, fully loaded,
and at full strength,
entertaining the capacity crowds at the top of the hill.
it's beginning to feel like every day is a weak week,
and by the time i get home to the warm embrace of my peoples,
and my pup,
in the sanctified spaces of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
i'm beat up and worn out.
however,
being exhausted isn't any kind of excuse for not bringing the BOOMFIRE.
nope.
no matter what,
you gotta go to eleven,
or you've gotta go be weak sauce elsewhere-
rules is rules.
how does that apply to today/
well,
after work,
i'm pretty sure i'm making some mutha-'ucking PIZZA.
yo,
real talk:
if you don't pizza, you don't matter,
and i'm making the most of the meager moments i have between chores;
never quiet, never soft.....