Friday, September 30

goodbye goodbye goodbye

september is done, dudes.
another 'nother page, filled out,
and lost to time and history,
becoming another 'nother ghost in this haunted houseful of spirit and memory.
that's somethin', huh?
it was a hell of a month, for sure.
i found myself in places and spaces and spanning time in new ways,
and under new circumstances,
and before long, found myself right back in the place i began the month.
the good news is that i'm very adept at adapting to restarts.
giving ground to gain traction.
that's the diplomatic way of saying i'm going backwards.
which is true enough, and that's fair enough for me.
when we're back on familiar trails,
and the terrain is already terraformed for warrior poetry,
what do we do?
we make something delicious.
that's right.
roll up your sleeves and start stirring it's time to get expert in the kitchen
and let this month slink into eternity straight through the oven door.
you know it.
it all begins and ends the same way:
with treats.
i doo-do that cakey nutty bakery sh!t,
and i'm here to tell you all about it.
check the teleport:

black strap molasses/black walnut/cinnamon-cider-simmered apple chunk cake??!!?!!
what'd i do to create such sexxxy stuff?
i did the best i could conceive of,
and executed it without any real regard for the consequences.
that's my secret ingredient, neighbors-
acceptance of whatever outcome happens to happen.
that said,
i also did this:
4 large apples, pared, cored, and cut into short slices,
with a cup of cider, a half a cup of powdered sugar, a lot of cinnamon,
a splash of vanilla, a drip of maple extract, a cup and a half of black walnuts,
and a pat of butts.
while that simmered, softened, and then cooled,
i combined a stick of butterish
1/2 tsp salt
3 T creamchee'
>1 cup of brown sugar
2 T powdered sugar
2 tsp vanilla
and 1/2 cup molasses,
stirred the holy heck out of that,
and added in 2.5 cups flour
1.5 tsp each kapowder and soda
and 1/3 cup tapioca
then i added the apple blops, stirred it all together into a yummy gummy glob,
and spread that into a greased and floured 9" springform,
and baked it at around 365F for at least 40 minutes.
i was freestyle-forming this F*er, and i basically made carrot cake,
without dumb carrots,
and it is GOOD, guys.
the frosting?
2/3 stick of butts,
2 cups kapowdered sugs
2.5 T creamchee
a pinch of salt
a splash of cider
a dash of reduced maple essence
and a whiskin' that'll get it fixed up right.
too much is the right amount.
anything else is lame.
september is done.
and that's fine.
october is for pumpkins,
and for hallowe'en costumes,
and for the fryeburg fair.
there will be falafels aplenty to befoul my bellyhole,
for eight days, (a beatles week, y'see) i'll be living and loving the chick peas and the truth.
it's bound to be good.
it always is.
i'm not sad september is over,
but i do wish i had more time.
maybe whatever comes next is the new hottness?
more likely there will only be more of all of this.
i s'pose that will have to do;
never quiet, never soft.....

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