today is the day that a bad thing happened on,
and made airports a real pain in the A* for a decade and a half.
that's not cool at all.
if you remember it, i think you're supposed to.
although, i see far fewer bumper stickers about it these days,
so maybe that's not true any longer?
the fickle nature of memory and calamity passes through a decade
of decreasing intensity before an eventual fade into a vague haze
as the decade-after generations recollect secondhand the losses and atrocities of the past.
i see kids in nirvana shirts who weren't even born before suicide snipped short
the soundtrack to disaffection in the nineties...
time flies, and bad things simply become things as the sharp edges wear thin.
what am i going to do about it?
the same thing i always do.
i'm going to make a treat.
you cope your way,
i'll cope mine.
the recollection of past horrors is only half as bad as the anticipation of future failures.
that's no joke.
and when stress and anxiety fly their banners high on the parapets of the
Folk Life & Liberty Fortress, implying uncontested occupation of my safest spaces,
i just fire up the oven, and resist that sort of tyrannical terrorism
by baking off a little relief through consistent methodical meditative process.
check the food-be-thy-medicine-type teleport:
THAT'S THAT CURATIVE SH!T, BRO!!!
apple chunks, brown sugar, butterish.......
these jauns had a whole lot of hottness to recommend themselves to your face with.
like, seriously, i don't always know what to make,
so i just trust in my proven creative process,
and begin at the beginning, with the usual suspects,
and just let the treats make themselves, really.
BREAKFAST BLOCKS- THE APPLE BROWN SUGAR VERSION!
preheat your oven to 375℉.
in a medium mixing bowl,
1 cup dark brown sugar;
1/2 tsp salt;
1 stick (8T) earth balance vegan buttery spread;
1 tsp vanilla.
-when that's been thoroughly mashed into one messy brown mass,
add 3 T vegan (preferably tofutti-brand) sour cream;
and two large apples' worth of 3/4" chunks.
combine all of that,
2 cups flour;
1 tsp baking soda;
1 tsp baking powder;
1/2 cup fresh-milled oat flour, from steel cut groats
(i don't know that that actually matters, but i want to believe it does)
1 tsp cinnamon;
1/4 tsp nutmeg;
1/2 tsp dried ginger;
1/4 tsp allspice;
dash of cloves;
-fold and turn and crush and fold and turn and crush up all that mix,
until it's one wettish dough-
turn it out onto a well-floured surface, and hand-press into a rectangle about 1" thick.
cut that in half lengthwise,
then divide each strip into 3x3 squares,
top with raw sugar crystal sprankles,
and freeze for five minutes, to let the wet set into something slightly more solid.
then all you've left to do is to bake those jauns,
evenly spaced, for 25 minutes or so,
and then let 'em cool just enough to ice up.
oh, and the the icing?
maple syrup, powdered sugar, vanilla, and cinnamon.
because apples taste better when they're with their friends.
that's a thing.
big soft hunks of apple magic!
crumbly-pull-apart flat muffin cake!
sweetness in spades across the entire surface of each!!!
yes, sir, thank you, sir.
that's what's up.
today is the day again.
just like yesterday.
and the day before.
there's plenty still to do in between tattoos at the new hottness emporium,
and we're doing it when/where/however we can.
there's sign making money to be spent.
there's custom cherry drawing table money to flow out from the source, as well.
it's all really happening,
and i know i'm fortunate to have the funds available to finance these fancy fineries.
living sh!tty for years, as a sort of sacrificial investment,
whilst adhering to an unproven but supposedly sound plan,
in the face of flaunted flagrant fouls,
and unmarked forks in the road,
and wrenches in the works,
and burnt bridges in front of and behind the path to glory was hard as F*.
that's just IT, neighbors.
you can't give up.
i'm no inspirational quotable dude by any means,
but i know that being a quitter is sort of like being a F*ing A-hole.
so don't be that,
push harder, work harder, and do MORE.
anything else is a disservice to yourself, and everyone else.
there's no guarantee of success.
i'm sitting in this impeccably sexxxy new spot,
and there's still uncertainty at the peripheral edges of my awareness.
the catch is,
i'm willing to do more, and then, more,
and hell, if necessary?
too much is the right amount, friends.
don't go getting comfortable and lazy,
maybe go out and get busier;
never quiet, never soft.....