i made a thing.
it is a good thing.
here's a recipe for the thing:
one cup of coconut sugar.
one stick, (8T) of vegan butter.
two teaspoons vanilla.
half a teaspoon salt.
one and half teaspoons baking powder.
one and 3/4 cups a.p. flour.
3/4 cup coconut flour
1 cup toasted flake coconut.
1/3 cup tapioca.
1 cup vanilla non-dairy yogurt
3/4 cup non-dairy milk
have you ever made anything before?
preheat your oven to 350F.
in a big ol' bowl,
the fat and sugar get mooshed together,
you should probably add the vanilla, the salt, and the yogurt-
smash all that into a pulp,
trying to whisk in as much air as possible for the fluff factor.
and the dry floury, powdery, coconutty stuff,
followed by the milk come next.
stir it up, and dump it into muffin tins, about halfway in each one.
and then bake 'em all for like 30 minutes, give or take.
what do you get?
you get this:
i used mini muffin tins, small and smaller,
to make one-and-two-bite jauns.
i doo-doo that quick-munch-up-style sh!t.
the bigger little 'uns got chocolate frosting,
leftover from the cookies i just made,
and a little cut-out cocoa snap, too.
the smallest little niblets got chocolate ganache,
also a holdover form cookie time,
and then everything got toasted coconut sprankles blasted on top.
i like it when the treats are small enough to pig out on and not feel like
i'm totally out of control disgusting.
i'll almost always keep going until i'm out of control disgusting,
when it takes longer,
i know i've enjoyed so much MORE.
i make things up,
but i don't make up, wear makeup, or make up stories.
it's just recipes. and costumes, and pictures
that i fabricate from faerie floss and fantasy
does it get formulaic?
does it all stay pretty expert?
i think so,
it's all really happening,
and there's more where this came from-
it may be more of the same,
i don't give credence to the notion of there being too much of a good thing.
if you know anything about me at all,
it's that i believe too much is the RIGHT amount.
lots of a lot, and never anything less,
i'll ALWAYS choose the wrench;
never quiet, never soft.....