twenty seven on the twenty seventh.

duders,
my buddy beau is having a berfday today.
that's a thing.
i mean,
he doesn't really get a choice, y'know?
today is the day he turns twenty seven,
and it's all really happening,
whether he likes it or not.
now,
i'm always down to get expert whenever.
so when i asked him what he wanted,
he made a request for treats.
i'm a pretty good listener,
and an even better baker.
so,
i turned words into deeds,
and actions spoke out even louder and prouder.
hmmm?
yeah.
check the berfday teleport:

c'mon.
a peanut butter blueberry block!
yes.
that's correct.
peanut butter, and blueberry, at the same time.
oh, yeah, i know-
those flavors would usually be reserved for service
as an upgraded version of the classic pb&j sandwich.....
but,
not when it's berfday time in the Folk Life & Liberty test kitchen.
don't be dumb, neighbors.
so,
i activated a little tiny bit of ingenuity,
and made up a soft and sweet peanut buttery blueberry-blasted
barbarian batter for the guy.
i'm semi-secretly kinda nice, y'know?  
it's not as sugary as some of my other stuff.
what can i tell you?
he likes it dense and drab.
i hit it up and freaked it off with some elite blueberry-laced
dark chocolate ganache drizzle, though,
to turn it back up,
and take it back to the new hottness i feel better about creating.
that's real.
huh?
dry roasted crushed peanut sprankles??
yuuuup.
obvi.
i mean, what am i?
a half-steppin' A*-hole?
nope.
i'm a believer in gratitude and generosity,
and the hospitable helping of my chosen few peoples.
that's viking virtuousness,
and it's that sort of spirit that makes things matter more.
today is the day.
a berfday.
the worst day.
or maybe even a not-so-bad day.
it's too soon to tell,
but there'll be cake either way.
it's all really happening.
27 on the twenty-seventh an' all that;
never quiet, never soft.....