i can happily report that baking is working out well over here.
yep.
plenty of stuff is more complicated than it needs to be.
for some reason i can only speculate upon,
that seems to be a recurring thing in my days and nights-
however,
the baking?
that's moving along in a fluid slipstream of perpetual hottness.
in fact,
just yesterday,
in the morning,
verrry early-shirley,
i was up rolling and cutting, peeling and shaping, pressing, pouring, and placing-
and when it was all said and done,
the ovenly lovin' had done what it was designed to.
wordimus prime-
i'd made exactly what i was in the mood for.
(and i ate almost half of it right away all by my lonesome)
check the teleport:
c'mon!
strawberry banana pie!!
that's right.
hey,
if you're someone who went to elementary school in the 80's,
do you happen remember bananaberry-split bubblegum?
that sh!t was the business, back in the day,
and all the 'hoodsly badfellows were 'bout it 'bout it.
i didn't want more of THAT, not in the here and now-
i mean,
weirdie packs of big bubble gum are NOT invited to my house anymore-
but thinking of 'em did remind me that certain flavors are still fresh,
even when they aren't super common in day to day treats.
ha!
a couple big sliced bananas on the bottom, just hanging out, and holding it down,
topped with vanilla-kissed and lemon -touched strawberries,
like, about a quart and a half of 'em,
sliced, sugared with around 3/4 cup of the sweet stuff,
tossed and turned and dumped down on the bananas,
before i hit 'em up with another 'nother banana on top, too.
after all,
you don't want the nanners kept out of sight.
i'm not a tricky tricker, kids-
i'm a truth teller,
and the truth is that this pie is very tasty.
i think i should've maybe also tossed all the fruit in some starches,
as it is also very wet.
yikes.
the crust was another variation on the food-processor style of crumbles,
this time with much colder fat and liquid,
which i do believe made a positive difference.
and the asymmetrical accents of the top crusty cookie-style cutouts
pleased my subliminal sense of chaos,
putting just a hint of minor-keyed sharps and flats in the well ordered
harmony of berries and buh-nay-nays.
mmmmmmm.
it was even pretty before i baked it:
right?
the berry juice kind of melted the big sugar sprankles i put on it,
but that didn't affect the taste,
even if it browned the edges just a bit more than i'd have predicted.
duders,
baking things has become a part of my everyday life.
treats on treats on treats,
from the excitement of a few years back,
when i began this little experiment in earnest,
all the way right up to today-
i don't like being bad at things i like,
and while i may never want to sing in the range my lousy vocal cords have allotted,
i CAN make the necessary moves to write a symphony of sugar and spice
right here in the woodsly goodness, with the smell of music wafting out
from the wide open windows of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
...and i doo-doo that freaky sh!t on the regular.
there's comfort in that, friends.
***********
i want tofu.
i do.
i s'pose i'll have to work that out before long,
and make sure tonight gets it right.
the thing is-
i'm tempted to go out for pizza, too.
i don't want tofu pizza, though,
so i'm going to have to pick a side soon enough.
that's how real life works, y'know?
...you make choices.
and all choices have consequences.
everything costs something, after all.
heck,
i LOVE eating all the food,
but opting for thirdsies every single night has rewarded me
with the waist-wrapping added girth of a spare bicycle tire in my middle.
which, in turn, makes it time to nip that noise in the bud.
what's the call here, folks?
eat less?
that sounds like some weak grease on the skillet to me.
so,
what's the alternative?
do more, be sweatier, and try harder?
i guess.
soooooooo,
maybe i spend some time on the bicycle,
finding a need for that 650b schwalbe under my shirt,
or,
i run around these hills a little more ferociously with crabtree....
no matter what,
LESS FOOD is a sucker's bet,
and i'm not taking it.
this is what life is like away from the stove,
and it's not that exciting,
but is IS all really happening.
real life documentarianism isn't necessarily glitzy,
it's just true stories, told truly;
never quiet, never soft.....
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