black raspberries.
breakfast.
that's what's good.
yeah, dudes.
i made some scones.
i like scones.
scones are tasty.
so why wouldn't i whip up a couple dozen little round two-bite jauns
in the specific interest of brightening my day up?
right?
right!
...and it worked, for the most part,
especially once i stirred together the icing, and it made it's big debut on top.
yup.
exxxtras are always welcome on top of excellent expert vegan baked goodness.
i mean, c'mon-
if we all just stop for a second and consider the mandate i operate under:
too much is the right amount.
then it becomes a matter of principle.
really,
what else could i do besides go a baby bit overboard on my baby bite scones?
on the ones-
the fancy part is pretty much necessary if you're trying to take a decent photo.
damn, duders-
scones aren't exactly the most dynamic dose of breakfast nourishment,
so anything to sexxx 'em up a bit should be employed whenever practical.
i had two minutes to spare, and nowhere to be, so i did what i felt was right.
i've got a internal compass that points true north,
towards right thought, right action, and my best self's realization.
all three needles were headed in the same direction,
and that was to the scone zone.
here's what i ended up with:
BLACK CURRANTS ARE LIKE PRETEND MINIATURE RAISINS!
that's real.
ok.
so maybe they're no big deal,
but they're big in taste, and huge in texture, and gigantic in satisfaction.
here's a listing of the steps i took to turn some stuff into some other better stuff.
ready?
begin:
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BLACKBERRY-ICED BLACK CURRANT BREAKFAST BISCUITS!
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preheat your oven to 400℉
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in a mixin' bowl, combine:
3 cups flour;
6 T vegan butterish;
1/2 tsp salt;
3 T vegan creamchee';
4 T sugar;
1 1/2 tsp baking powder;
1 tsp baking soda.
cut that all up like pastry dough,
then add:
2/3 cup vegan yogurt;
1 tsp vanilla;
1 cup black currants;
2/3 cup non-dairy milk.
stir gently,
then fold over the crumbly dough, turning 90° after every fold,
over and over until it become a pliable, cohesive one-piece dough.
on a well floured surface, roll it out to >1/2",
and cut yourself about 24-26 2 1/2 " circles,
and place them evenly on two cookie sheets.
bake those biscuits for twenty minutes,
and prepare yourself for a simple yet exceptional breakfast goodie.
oh, for the record-
once they've cooled a bit, the icing really does take them to eleven.
i recommend it highly.
here's what i used to make it all quick-fast and in a hurry:
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CREAMYCHE' BLACKBERRY JAMMIE-JAM SAUCE!
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in a small sauce pot, melt over low heat:
1 T vegan creamchee';
1 T seedless blackberry jam.
add to 1/3 cup powdered sugar,
and add a splash of non-dairy milk as necessary to create a dippable, smooth icing.
i dipped each scone in headlong and facefirst,
and then freaked 'em off with a few color-match sprankles,
and then, when that had all set up, and really just for the sake of overkill,
i also plopped a dollop or two of frosting on there, too.
like i said: too much, bro.
it didn't add a LOT, besides the visuals, but i'm a visual person, and a visual artist,
and a victual visionary, at least when i envision myself.
the fact is: i ate a ton of these.
so, i at least know my own palate's desires.
that's something.
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that compass, though.
the one that was pointing towards the scones in my heart, man.
it's important.
yup.
molto important.
that's the internal pure-being pathfinder,
calibrated to always indicate my infinite nature's polarized points of topsy-turvy,
inside out, and upside down, as well as right-side up-over-and-onwards.
that's no small task.
and that's no small piece of engineering.
here's the catch:
when you've got a clear sense of positive self-interest,
perpetual self-improvement,
and perennially participatory activated ambitions?
it is very VERY hard to deviate from the unerring finger-pointing that shows the way.
that's some very true storytelling.
if you know the shortest and most efficient way to get from average to expert,
it gets harder and harder to meander through the mediocre and middling muddle
of distracted diversions, doubtful determinations, dumb decisions, inconstant commitments,
and plot-twists that are so predictable they look more like long slow turns
on a four-lane expressway to disappointment.
does that make any sense?
man, take it easy.
if we're being up front with each other, even i don't know anymore.
...
what has become apparent is that what i find absolutely banal, boring, unremarkable,
and in some worse cases, frivolous, faulty, foul, despicable, and wholly unappealing
is worth a lot more to most other folks than i'm capable of translating
into equivalent transactional values.
and here i thought i was at the very least somewhat insightful...
after all, i'll take understanding in place of tolerance and acceptance any day.
i just don't get it.
i'm not wired to find a place on that map.
there's no atlas with these coordinates, yet they're indelibly etched on my infinite nature,
and aligned to SOMEwhere or someONE...
that kind of blind navigation kept me up alllllll night.
it's enough to shake faith in this Positive Mental Attitude,
and create a breach in my composure.
the thing is, i'm introspective like a sunovab!tch,
so the lack of clarity has got me moving forward, but with an unknown destination.
my intentional identity, my value-driven composite portrait is just a litany of principles,
arranged at 11 points on a circle.
y'get it?
it's a F*ing compass, pulled and pushed and spun 'round by an ultramagnetic
cast-iron meteor crashed and cratered and pumping molten ore from my core
to my extremities, extremism implied by the capillary tidal waves of circulation.
anybody else?
no?
the effort put into pleasurable pursuits is measurable,
and by comparison,
the lack thereof must also be a unit of calculable interest.
actions speak at deafening decibels,
and words become mumbles and whispers against the din.
i've got to do something different.
because there's more silence than i can stand in between the pronouncements
of purpose and intent,
and the leeway between promises and fulfillment is filled with nothing but noise;
never quiet, never soft.....
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