that's it.
check the teleport:
right!
c'mon, neighbors-
coconut blondie under real strawberry blondie,
for the moistest densest bombardier of brutality
that i've baked in some time.
uh-huh.
big chunks of large-flake unsweetened real rich coconut,
and pulped-up strawberries,
baked in a two-layer disc of turbo-elite super-hottness?
that's the way it works in the woodsly goodness.
huh?
yeah.
that frosting IS fancy.
key lime essence, in a lime-juicy double-better-than-buttercreme
batch of thick and creamy slathery lathered sugar spread!
word up.
and there's real flecks of small-flake coconut,
playing the ever-important role of sprankles all over it, too.
duh.
after all,
if it wasn't expert, i wouldn't do it.
that's the really-real way to go, kids.
hmmm?
oh yeah.
pink contrast florets are pretty rad, aren't they?
uh-huh.
i added in strawberry powder to the lime frosting,
which freaked it off, for sure,
all the way past ten, to eleven.
i mean,
i'm NOT a weak-sauce waterbaby,
i'm a battle-beastly bakery barbarian.
so step back and recognize.
small bits and tiny pieces,
combined together to make something much better than everything else-
that's Folk Life,
that's woodsly goodness,
that's what's up.
it's all really happening,
and i'm eating every last morsel;
never quiet,. never soft.....
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