Wednesday, June 7


oh MAN!
i sure do love a good scone.
that's the honest-to-goodness truth.
and scones,
while not the most popular item with most people i've met,
at least,
in the woodsly goodness, anyway,
where tastes tend more towards energy drinks and doritos for breakfast.
in MY house, scones get full marks,
and i regard them as top notch treats for my face.
i've been using a slightly modified recipe,
relative to the old way, which is still damned good, for sure,
but not quite as magical and mystical and wizardly as the new hottness.
but, isn't that always the way?
with creativity on the wane, and hunger at a high point,
i got myself together,
and i got after some scones....
i couldn't bring myself to phone it in.
that's just not me, man.
so, i mixed the flour(s), and i folded in the wetter bits,
and then,
just to keep it real,
i split it in half,
and added a whole mess of double-chocolate hot cocoa to one side.
check the teleport:

i needed that.
just chocolaty enough to seem like cake,
still sconed the eff up through and through,
and definitely a little ray of sunshine in an otherwise bleak day.
it's not like that, neighbors.
the weather was cold as heck, and darker than evening,
so i was wet and chilly from dog duty,
and the hope for sun was foolish, if present at all.
so i made my own.
and that's expert.
because (and you may not already know about this) scones make sad mornings happy.
real talk.
a touch of agave, spread on top of each gave them a touch more golden goodness,
which made them a whole lot more awesome.
i mean it.
they're fluffy;
they're flaky (you can see that);
they're deceptively smooth,
and they're eminently eatable.
i am glad i stepped up to the stove and made something.
i'd have hated myself if i hadn't.
here's how you too can get involved in something awesome in the a.m.:
in a large bowl,
cut in:
1 stick (1/2 cup/ 8 T) plant-based butts;
3 T vegan creamchee';
1/2 tsp salt;
2 tsp bakey powder;
1 tsp bakey soda;
1/3 cup tapioca flour;
>1/2 cup sugar (i did dark brown and raw)-
when that's all one chunky messy mass,
1/2 cup vegan sourcream OR 1/2 cup unsweetened applesauce;
2 tsp vanilla;
1/2 cup non-dairy milk.
stir that up, and begin to fold and turn and fold, until it's all one thing.
split it,
and in one half add 4 T cocoa mix, (or just plain old cocoa or whatever),
and fold the sh!t out of it until it's all chocolate brown.
roll both pieces out to about 1/4", in a rectangle,
and finish hand-shaping them to match-
in retrospect, one should've been longer. doesn't matter which, really, baker's choice,
stack em on on the other (um, stacks implies that, i guess)
and roll them into a log.
cut that fat loaf, seam side down, into a dozen medallions,
freeze 'em for 15 minutes on a cookie sheet,
smear a little agave or maple syrup on each one, just a few drops,
and bake them,
at 410℉,
for 25-30 minutes.
voilĂ !
you've got morning-time (or whenever-time) fantasy exxplosions ready to be devoured
and devour them i did.
i had to.
i was so hungry,
and i had so many feelings to smash down deep under that chocolate layer.
it worked,
and i survived a big day of big and small and simple and super-F*ing complicated tattoos.
it might've been much worse, had i not had those treats to see me through.
the hunt for a place to make my very own continues.
it's no fun.
not at all.
if the location is great, the space is for sh!t,
if the space is amazing, it's in some tucked away secret cove....
where, oh where, am i going to end up.
here's all i know for sure-
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress has become my vaunted dauntless redoubt
safe and sound and snug, walled up and withstanding all the woes of the wider world.
i'm a hermit,
which sort of sucks,
but i'm not a part of everywhere else, it seems,
so belonging here is better than going nowhere.
it's all true,
and it's all really happening,
and the net step, while elusive,
is so essential, it HAS to materialize soon.
it HAS to.
that's a decree;
never quiet, never soft.....

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