some mondays are better than others.
some girls mothers are bigger than other girls mothers....
shoutouts to morissey.
if you know, you know, y'know?
the moms aren't important,
but the rest of the day was a good one.
i had bread baking early in the a.m.,
and while the oven was hot,
i also fired up a big batch of baby-sized scones-
crabtree and i went for a rapid walk through the sunny streets
and along the raging waterways of our neighborhood,
i tattooed the homie beau's off-hand with some jormundgandr activation,
that's the midgard serpent, son.
he left with a smile and a fat hoof where his left hand was earlier in the day.
our friend dennis came through with some bamboo rice,
so wendesday may just see a sushi rematch on the menu.
shoutouts to the green roll,
with a matcha-wasabi mayo this time perhaps?
back to what made the day so delightful-
i think it was the scones, honestly.
i used less flour, and more fruit,
and the combination made a batch of biscuits so moist and juicy,
so flaky and fresh,
they had my face feeling very ambitious.
i tuned up a whole handful fast-as-you-like,
and throughout the day,
i confidently indulged in a few more for good measure.
you know how it is:
too much is the right amount.
i was so flushed with the rush of victorious daily doings,
i even did some sketching for future projects after supper.
thank goodness for blueberry scones!
i'm assuming it was the deliciousness and the antioxidant healthful hottness
of my fresh-baked morning endeavors that made the whole rest of the day
a fulfilling and fortuitous overlap of spirit and memory and community.
if you see them, i think you'll agree-
check the bloobs-on-bloobs-type teleport:
and look closer, so you can see just what i mean:
that juicy bloob action is off the charts.
and the buttery-soft sorta sweet crumb has got what you want-
flakes, cakes, and tenderoni crumbles.
a half a teaspooon of crushed freeze-dried blueberries,
a quarter cup of powdered sugar, a few drops of vanilla, and a splash of soymilk,
just to make all of that a spreadably squeezable syrup,
had the drizzle game going to eleven, for sure.
and that over kapowdered sugary sprankles?
there's no point in making them lame, bro.
don't be dumb.
i want you to make these.
i hope you make these.
i want to eat some if you do.
do it like this:
preheat your oven to 410F.
combine 1 stick vegan butts;
1/2 cup raw sugar;
1 tsp vanilla;
1 tsp vanilla bean paste; (sub. 1 more tsp vanilla x)
3 T vegan creamchee;
add 1/2 cup unsweetened applesauce;
3 cups a.p. flour;
2 tsp bakey kapowder;
1 tsp bakey soda;
1/4 cup tapioca;
1+ cups wild blueberries (the small awesome ones);
3/4 cup non-dairy milk + 2 tsp lemon juice...
add it up,
mix it up,
and fold it over and turn it and fold it again, and again, and again, over and over,
until it's all one soft, not-too-wet dough.
on a well-floured work surface,
press the whole ball of doughy dopeness down to about >1" thick,
and cut out some circles.
heck, cut triangles, or hearts, or whatever.
i made 'em round, but you do you.
i'm not your boss.
i got 22 3" jauns out of the batch.
with three reformations of the scrap completing the mission
with nearly no waste.
i fit all of that on one baking tray,
and froze it for eight minutes....
(i had something else in the oven and it needed that much longer)
they get baked for twenty minutes,
during which the purple haze, the blue monday,
and the greenification of the flour all unfolded from those juicy berries.
i didn't mind,
and you won't either.
they're flaky from all the butter and folding;
they're soft and springy,
because there's a billion pounds of bloobs steaming around inside;
they're not too sweet, even with all that icing on top;
and they're smooth, dudes.
plus, this thing i've been doing, where i make things smaller?
i eat more, but i eat the same.
i don't hate that.
and of course,
i brought them with me to work,.
to share with whoever showed up.
attendance is the first step towards activation, man.
of you're not around, you'll never get any treats.
rules is rules,
and one more is that i deliver on flavor, but i don't do deliveries.
you're all welcome to a bite of everything,
but if it isn't worth a visit?
then you can't have any.
i'm grateful for good days.
i'm especially grateful for the few friends that come around.
they're good ones,
and i know how lucky i am to have them around;
never quiet, never soft.....