yuuuup.
today is the day.
the big premier.
the debut of the shortest one,
which also happens to contain one of the raddest commercial holidays,
and represents the sweetest juice from american history's black gold.
that's right,
valentine's day and B.H.M., in F*ing full effect-
i love both of those things, a LOT,
and i'm ready to have one hell of a good time celebrating both all the way to eleven.
word.
so, just to be clear, you DO know what has to happen as soon as the calendar page turns,
and the just-for-today-is-the-dayness of the adventurous first foray
into new monthly goodness exxxplodes into existence, right?
that's riii-ii-iight.
before anything else happens, as soon as your eyelids snap open,
and the clock says it's time,
the very next thing that had better pop off is a sporting spurt of polysyllabic summons
to attract the active ingredient in fortunate favoritism
from the secret universal echoes of abundance to the epicenter of your heart and mind an' that.
uh-huh.
rules is rules, man.
and you'd better believe i said it and meant it;
it's documented and imprinted for posterity-
like a watermark or a timestamp on the spectral permanent record.
yes, that's a thing.
the magic mutha-'ucking words, fresh from my pursed lips percussive and staccato
straight into the aether of existence, neighbors:
rabbit! rabbit!
THAT'S IT!
y'know it's the truth.
cultivating coincidence and manifesting the laws of attraction.
that it might be a thing is appealing to the process of positive thinking-
and at the very least,
it certainly doesn't hurt one bit to maintain mindful attentive awareness
in the realm of Positive Mental Attitude, does it?
believe it, and do it, and see where it leads.
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guys,
i sent january packing with a crescendo of convergent flavors.
ummm, for realsies, though-
i brought he burly barbarian big action down on the finale of the first twelfth.
and, i'd like to add that it was a BANGER, broski.
check the teleport:
y'all ninjas had enough?
GIMME S'MORES!
y'all ninjas want the wild sh!t?
GIMME S'MORES!
that's what's up, friends.
SMORE'S COOKIES in full effect your your big fat face.
and they're crazy good, too.
you want 'em?
i have a couple left, but they're going fast.
maybe you should just make some of your very own.
yeah. i think that's for the best. lucky for you, i'm not greedy, and i'll share the recipe.
ready?
ok, good.
here you go:
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S'MORES'GASBØRD!!!
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preheat your oven to 375℉
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in a medium sized metal mixing bowl, cream together:
1 stick (8T) earth balance buttery substitute;
1/2 tsp salt;
2/3 cup sugar;
1 tsp vanilla.
stir in:
1/2 cup unsweetened applesauce;
1 pkg pulverized graham crackers;
1 cup chocolate chips;
1/2 bag vegan marshmallows, minced in flour (to prevent sticking)
1 1/2 cups flour;
2 T agave;
1-3 T non-dairy milk (in case of excessive dryness, don't add it if it doesn't need it)
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ok, so there are a couple things worth noting:
the crackers work better in smaller powdered bits.
and the marshmallows will stick to everything once sliced,
which is why rubbing the cut sides in flour is a great move.
nobody wants clumped marshmallows unevenly distributed through your dough.
and did you notice there's no leaveners?
good eye.
why's that?
oh, well it's because these are S'MORES, dudes.
we want thick little blops that pack a perfect powerpunch of all those flavors,
without being all smooth and lame.
actual golf-ball'd semi-shaped spheres are what i made,
and they baked up unchanged in the oven, after just 11 minutes of cookin'...
are they good warm?
they are;
i mean, you've had a S'MORE before haven't you?
but, then, how about once they've cooled off?
ooooooh, they're even better in my opinion.
try them for yourself and then get back to me with your verdict.
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i'm gonna be keeping it realer than ever,
albeit all by my lonesome, for the first half of the month.
that's real.
there's plenty to keep me occupied, for sure,
but i'm going to miss my girl no matter what.
ugh.
kayla is crossing the country,
and i'm crossing my fingers that she makes it here and back in no more than three pieces.
she's on winter break,
while i'm on winter broke.
that means that i'm going to get good and close with crabtree while he keeps me company
for the next few weeks.
starting on groundhog day every day is likely to be startlingly similar
until my sweetest heart returns to the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
damn, dudes.
february is off to a rough start.
it's all really happening,
and i'd hate to imagine how much harder the styles might get
if i hadn't said that rabbit rabbit pseudoscientific magnetic warrior poetry.
so, there's nothing for it but proactive participatory immersion.
that's all that's on the menu until we're together again;
and i'll be damned if i let absence do anything but make the heart grow fonder,
and what's more, ill be even damnededer if it stops the valentinian
juggernaut of joy that i feel for the loveliest heart-filled holiday of the year.
this is it,
and no mater what,
it unfolds outwards in origami creases of big-picture third-and-fourth-dimensional
puzzle-piece interconnectedness.
you're either about it,
or you're out of it;
never quiet, never soft.....
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