chocolate oatmeal gluten-free breakfast blocks!!!
that's what we made in the morning,
and that's what powered my whole day into the stratosphere, neighbors!
with a little coconut, and a handful of crushed dried raspberries;
AND raspberry compote on top,
AAND chocolate chips,
AAAND powdered sugary sprankles-
all because too much is the right amount,
and taking it easy is the same thing as doing it wrong.
y'wanna see what we got into?
alright, then check this m-f'in' teleport:
HEARTY HEAVY HEALTHY HOTTNESS!
well, yeah, man- that IS an AVO-F*ING-CADO.
that sh!t is expert,
and it's always invited to my mealtime exxxperience.
also, on some forever and ever-type truth telling, i have the crispiest homeboyfry game in town.
salted, peppered, and pre-roasted in a 400℉ oven until they're all goldenized,
before the caramelized onions and GPOP and smoked paprika all get tossed up
in a hot oily pan, bro.
i skipped the ho'sauce this time.
no. i'm not becoming a diaper baby- i just didn't want to ruin those chocolate oatbombs.
i was thinking ahead.
don't even try to get at me with some real eggs.
those come out of a cloaca, kid.
that's an all-purpose superbutthole.
read as: not. invited.
instead, you already know i'm on that exxxtra-firm 'fu,
and i got the hawaiian black salt in there,
plus some very strong turmeric, fresh black pepper, GPOP,
and nutritional yeast.
oh. and those fried-up, blackened sweet tomatoes, too.
if you measure things, i feel badly for you.
scrambo is a journey, buddy; one which you navigate by feel.
my feels are fully developed and so is my scramborghini exxxtravagance.
the real star, of course, was that chocolate oatmeal.
they had a LOT of power packed in' em.
a cup of whole quicker oats;
3/4 cup freshly-crushed whole oat flour;
2 T sugar;
1/4 cup crushed unsweetened coconut;
4 tablespoons of cocoa;
3 T vegan butter;
3/4 tsp salt;
1 tsp vanilla;
1 tsp bakey soda;
1 1/2 tsp bakey powder;
(to be fair, i don't think these did jack sh!t to make this less dense)
2 T vegan protein powder (hemp-based);
2 T ground flax/chia seed meal;
4 T crushed freeze-dried raspberries (in retrospect i'd use double that);
2 cups unsweetened almond milk.
they cook quickly on a skillet, and they don't smoosh much out the sides when flipped.
all in all, they made for a burly barbarian lumberjack stack of filling cakey goodness.
you definitely know you just ate a lot when you get into 'em.
the chocolate chips and the powdered sugar were a nice touch.
a little exxxtra exxxtra, y'know?
sprankles are kind of our thing around here.
rules is rules.
the raspberry jammie-jam-up over the tops was also over-the-top in taste, too.
i had that on the literal back burner, as an afterthought,
and i can't say for sure what is in it,
other that to guarantee the presence of frozen raspberries.
also, powdered sugar, lemon juice, vanilla,
and organic non-GMO cornstarch slurried into the juice to thicken it up.
how much of each? that's a great question.
make it up, and make it your own.
i need a big breakfast every week.
just one, i'm not greedy.
but a big B is soulful soul food for my continued well being.
i mean it.
one wild and crazy beast-mode feast can increase my overall drive
and determination a thousandfold.
so, i s'pose i shouldn't miss out, with dividends like that, right?
a feast of treats to nourish and replenish and invigorate my senses,
and infuse my old busted body with all the nutrients i can fit in there...
that's good stuff.
i think i'll continue to dive headlong into the mornings,
and share my creative side with my creative muse, too.
we have a good time when it's time to make a good time.
it's bonding an' that.
we do it, and it works, AND we get to munch it up.
that's a lot of winning.
doomsday late winter storm attack?
feet of snow, and nowhere to put it?
my terrible plow guy didn't even try to find a place for it.
i'm buried alive,
and i have to pay this dude for the privilege.
ain't that a lil b!tch?
i'm keeping my composure, but i have the urge to keep it molto real.
i'll probably just work my frustrations out with a shovel, instead.
that's productive at least;
never quiet, never soft.....