Friday, February 10


chocolate cherry brownies?
all the yes.
one great big fat yes- please, and thank you, too.
i think it's about time to get in the g-darn holiday spirit.
i'm almost guaranteed to be solo on valentine's day,
that's a collateral side-effect that hard-styled, headstrong,
heavy-handed hermitage reaps in spades-
that certainly doesn't mean i can't make romantic food for myself.
i'm romancing my tastebuds with deliciousness,
and at this precise moment,
chocolate and cherries are wooing my whole face...
i just might fall in love with another 'nother heavy helping of this hottness.
first off,
check the teleport:

the fudge level is high.
but the fluff level is right there, too.
miniature chocolate chips, man.
that's it.
they melt into little pockets of pleasure,
while the crumb gets poppin' upwards in the oven.
and the cherries?
i stumbled on a collection of frozen sweets and tarts,
and i couldn't resist putting them in the batter.
soft and sweet, and tasty.
i mean,
cherry flavor may as well be pure medicinal torture.
i don't like it.
really, it tastes like sour butt.
actual cherries are the way to go,
and they really gave the brownies an expert upgrade.
ok. ok.
you really just wanna know what's in there,
so you can make it yourself.
preheat that oven to 350F.
grease and flour a rectangular pan.
in a medium mixing bowl,
combine 1 cup sugar;
1/2 tsp salt;
1 stick vegan butts;
2 tsp vanilla extract.
mash that together, 'cream'-style,
and mixed with:
3/4 cup non-dairy yogurt;
1/2 cup cocoa.
that's a mess, but it's good for you.
now get into the good stuff:
2 cups flour;
1/4 cup tapioca;
2 tsp bakey pow;
1 tsp bakey soda;
1 cup chopped frozen cherries;
1/2 cup miniature chocolate chips;
1 cup non-dairy milk.
that's the stuff.
give it a thorough stir-up,
and spread it out evenly.
you're gonna wanna give it 30 minutes,
and i'd let it cool completely before we activate the exxxxtras.
yes, indeed.
icing on warm treats turns to runny doo-doo.
be patient, and you'll be rewarded.
that's a thing.
...but, when it's cool,
cut that big slab into 12 sexy squares,
and put 'em down on some wax or parchment paper,
so we can drizzle some sauce on top!
melted dark chocolate, with powdered sugar, and vanilla,
with a splash or two of milkish gives you the molto lovely ganache.
and that stuff is the best for turning up the flavor on your baked greats.
real talk.
you can see it on 'em,
and i think you'll agree-
that's the business.
i swirled a little chocolate almond frosting accent on there, too.
yep. i couldn't help it, man.
i thought a bit of cuteness would do me some good.
(as usual, i was correct)
that's not IT is it?
you see the sexxy one on that plate.
a cup of those frozen cherries, halved and/or quartered relative to their size,
gently warmed up, with a splash of vanilla,
and a few tablespoons of powdered sugar,
and what have you got?
you've got SAUCE.
(your baby ain't sweet like mine.)
when it's time to rock out on some sweet and lovely,
rich and thick,
soft and fluffy sumptuosity?
(that's was not a word before right now)
i'm your guy.
the northeast is taking a pounding.
for realsies.
snow day after snow day after snow day keeps pummeling our porches,
and weighing down our roofs,
as the woodsly goodness gets buried by wildly worsening weather.
i guess that's cool.
i mean, i get it.
it's wintertime in a place that has big bad winter times
good thing, too-
i'm just sayin'- i'd hate to get ahead at all.
wanna know what's even better?
crabtree has been as sick as a...well, as a dog.
and his little chilly paws and shoulders
are too short for all this freshly driven snow,
so he's just about the worst company to keep
as he sh!ts his ever-lovin' brains out
every hour or so, out in the whipping winds.
he's really somethin'.
i suppose that having a little man who relies on me is nice.
it gives me an opportunity to be a nurturing papa,
and to have a nice time during a bad time.
i am grateful for the time i have been given,
and for my little buddy, too.
i don't know what i'd do without him,
besides whatever, wherever, and whenever i wanted.
i have a dog, and he has me,
and that's about as good as it's likely to get for the next dozen or so years;
never quiet, never soft.....

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