STYLE!

and on the second day of january,
aka veganuary,
aka clean out the friggin' fridge,
i made a treat out of all the little sweety bits still hangin' around in there.
yup.
use it up, wear it out, make do, or do without.
that's what's up.
three kinds of pastry dough!
five different elements of filling!
one expert wizardly galette-it-together frankensteinian monstrosity,
baked to perfection, and devoured in moments.
uh-huh.
i take treat activation pretty seriously,
and even a makeshift non-recipe gets the deluxxxe treatment.
check the teleport:

isn't she pretty???
that's almondmeal linzerpastry for those stars.
and regular-A* custom pastry for the braids.
AND double-buttery, salty dough for the main body-
with all the flaky crispity crunchiness anybody could ask for....
and that's just the outside!!
inside the center,
there's chocolate frosting, spread out with creamy natural peanut butter,
topped with chocolate chips and cocoa graham piecrust crumbles,
and then, because too much is the right amount,
and overdoing it is how we do it-
there's also powdered sugary almonds and toasted coconut, too!!!
yup.
sprankles on top of sprankles,
crusts on top of crusts,
and all of it already ready already, prior to a quick bake in an already hot oven
(i baked bread early, and used that preheat to fire up a fast-and-ferocious tart exxxplosion.)
...tight.
and all of the ingredients are listed on this blog, previously posted in last year's log....
that's right.
nothing new, except the voltron combination on integrated and elevated excellence.
how about that?!
word up.
neighbors,
do you ever even activate your days like this?
no?
well, you should start.
i'm serious.
it's good for you.
a tasty fresh-baked treat will fill your house with aromatic awesomeness,
and fill your face with delectable decadence,
and begin your morning with accomplishment.
like i said:
it's. good. for. you.
***********
werewolfen superwolf moon magnetism is in F*ing full effect.
my eyes are wide, my nostrils are flared, and my teeth are bared,
off-centered and with my orcish underbite glaring and glowing and glowering
in the refracted blue ambient ricochet of lunar luminous energy.
huh?
you don't think that's real?
really?
what are you?
an A*-hole?
c'mon.
this is no joke, man.
this is berserker battle-beastly bard business.
savage stormswept scalding skald saga sh!t.
choose-your-own-adventure realtime true-story LARPing,
unscripted freestyle circadian cycle ciphers........
the sky is bright,
and unless you're dim,
you know tha it's all really happening,
and the iron-filled blood-pumping forge and furnace in your chest
have GOT to be going hard under the auspiciously supersized circle in the sky.
get on it, guys.
there's no good reason not to;
never quiet, never soft.....