it's all sorts of day of the dead-ishly deathly and dark this morning.
mostly because of how early it is,
and honestly, with the space-time daylight-teleport happening soon,
it's almost a full hour brighter than it will be by sunday.
i'm just sayin',
it's the day of the dead,
and it's the dawn of the dark,
and although we don't turn the clocks bakwards for a few more days,
it's still the return of the living in the past.
not like that-
i just never told you guys about my hallowe'en cakes.
and i should've, and would've, but for the shortage of time;
and i will right now because those mutha-effers were flippin' expert.
without any more time a-wasted on preamble-
check the teleport:
site-specific jack-o'-lantern and bat sprankles!!
triple-threat colormatch icing drizzles!!
i made up a thing, and it made my whole head go crazy with happiness.
make 'em for yourself, if you'd like,
by doing these next few steps at home:
one stick of butterish
1 cup light brown sugar
1/4 cup raw sugar
3/4 can pumpkin (8oz/1 cup)
1/2 tsp salt
2 tsp vanilla
^^^whisked until creamy, obvi, just like always,
and then activated with:
1/3 cup non-dairy yogurt
2 cups flour
1/3 cup tapioca
1/2 cup ground oat flour
1 1/2 tsp bakey kapowder
1 tsp bakey soda
three big shakey-shakes of cinnamon
i'm pretty sure i added about 1/3 cup of soymilk.
maybe you'll need it, maybe not,
but, be open to adding some liquid if it's lookin' too blumpy.
i'm trusting you not to F* it up.
i laid a thick layer of old-fashioned hearty rolled oats down
on a greased and floured brownie pan, and spread the mixture evenly,
all smooth and nicey-nice.
i baked it at 360F for about 33 minutes,
and it got especially mist and fluffy and soft and succulent,
and sumptuous and scrumptious,
and holiday appropriate, as well as totally delicious.
the icing, and the sandwich baggies with one end snipped,
let me get pumpkiny with the sweet sauce on top,
while a recent wave of ganache-making had me in surplus of chocolate sauce.
i used what i had to to make the magical moment a mite sweeter,
and i'm glad i did.
rules is rules,
and if it doesn't LOOK like holiday hottness,
it very well might NOT be.
i get into the holiday spirit, and i get active in the kitchen while i'm at it.
it's all a part and parcel to the party time i'm throwing, like a tantrum,
all by my lonely, all the dang time,
here in the hollow hallowed halls of my hollow-wienered hallowe'en haunted house.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress always smells good,
because there's always something in the works.
sometimes, it smells like sprayable latex rubber and aerosol enamel paints,
other times like hot glue and industrial shoe cement,
but most of the time, it's pizza and cake.
the making and breaking and baking never ceases.
because too much is the right amount
and that's some good sh!t, buddy;
never quiet, never soft.....