guy F*ing fawkes.
the fifth of november.
the gunpowder treason and plot.
not ringing any bells?
you must not be british, or maybe your recollection of v for vendetta is a bit hazy...
i'm over here holding it down, regardless.
every year i make some guy fawkes cookies and burn stuff.
rules is rules,
and since my DNA came back with a big ol' batch of great british in it,
i'm doing what i do because it's literally in my blood.
check the teleport:
guido and the flames, neighbors!!!
peanut butter exxxtra-crispies?!
don't sweat it, booboo, i GOT you.
PEANUT BUTTER PARLIAMENT-POPPERS!!
preheat your oven to 400℉
(i'm estimating, i baked bread at 460, and put these in afterwards)
i some sort of mixiebowl, cream together:
1 cup light brown sugar;
1/2 tsp salt;
2 tsp vanilla;
10 T vegan butter;
add 3/4 cup smooth natural peanut butter;
1/4 cup unsweetened coconut yogurt;
1/3 cup unsweetened small-flake coconut-
and then add:
2 cups ap flour;
1/2 cup oat flour;
1 tsp ea bakey powpow and soda;
2 T agave.
fold that dough, adding a touch of syrup of somethin' if it seems too dry.
roll it out to 1/4' thickness,
and cut all the shapes.
big, small, round, square, whatever-
and bake 'em on trays for ten minutes.
afterwards, i always stencil my jauns.
i'm like that.
they look cooler, and that IS cooler.
that guy fawkes one i've had for years, tucked up on my fridge, staring-
reminding me about remembering.
it's working so far, i guess.
i fell asleep so hard last night.
like, i think i physically just broke down. lapsed into a deep doomed slumber.
no dreams, no tossing, no turning-
just total semi-comatose catastrophic collapse of awareness.
here's the thing-
i'm all caught up.
i'm wide awake.
i've written all there is to write about everything i've cooked so far.
i've got tattoos waiting.
i've got home improvements underway.
it's ALL really happening in real time,
and it's unfolding in fast-forward full-speed-ahead frame-by-frame fireballs,
from the center of my self outward into infinity.
that's a big deal.
i guess that was the deep breath before the big plunge,.
but, now we're diving off the deep end into new places and spaces.
nobody knows how it ends, but you get the time you get,
and not one little bitty baby minute more,
so let's maybe just do what we can with what we've been given,
and make it count for somethin?
never quiet, never soft.....