blue.

blueberry stuff is almost always purple.
doesn't much matter.
of course,
my favorite aspect of purple is when it's blueberry.
that's real.
and what i love most,
when i'm being lovely?
that would be cheesecake tarts.
yeah.
that's right.
less prep than a vegan cheesecake,
and just as flippin' expert.
a couple of packages of graham crackers,
crushed into granular sandcastle grist,
and melted butterstyle stuffs, and vanilla,
and a punch of sugary sweetener,
and there's your crusty cup-type containers.
uh-huh.
pinch pot muffin-tin manipulation is the way to go.
little flowerpots of sexiness to hold the hottness together.
neighbors,
check the blueberry-magic-type teleport:

yeah!
you ready?
a package of vegan cream chee',
and a splash of vanilla,
and an even smaller splash of lemon extract,
and a quarter of a cup of confectioner's sugar,
and a generous dollop of blueberry jam,
and a soft shake of cornstarch, over low heat.
and when it's all melty and smooth?
you gotta get activated,
and get a package of freeze-dried blueberries.
and the those crunchy bloobs get all kinds of pulverized,
and the resultant powder gets mixed right in there.
that's it.
expert!
and yeah,
they're softer than regular chee'cake,
but they're also substantially smaller,
and that's what makes them so good.
hmmmm?
well,
yeah,
it's creamchee' frosting on top.
c'mon.
too much is the right amount, isn't it?
it surely is.
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i bake SO many treats, kids.
i can't help myself.
rather,
i still can't help myself.
a subtext of subjective style and substance that i'm creating
is just what the doctor ordered.
what doctor?
hmm.
the doctor i play, sometimes.
yeah.
i play doctor,
but not while i'm baking.
gross.
i have so many ideas,
but they're ALL revolving around food.
i guess that's my most involved outlet at the moment.
really, though-
it's also another way i can make sure something is going on,
while other other things are going on.
the oven is roaring, while i'm writing and reading and corresponding,
and the mixer is whirring while i'm watering and sweeping,
and the stovetop is simmering some bubbling trouble
while i'm doing what needs doing.
that's it.
i'm getting more done.
because i'm not gonna just sit around watching the convection circulate heat.
no doubt.
i'm filling in the blanks with manageable moments
of momentum-generating progress,
and then stuffing my big dumb face with the fruits of my sidework.
uh-huh.
there are two things running in tandem at all times.
side by side, concurrent concentric circles of time and space,
overlapping and echoing every single second.
this is What Is, and it's everything all at once always,
and that's all there ever is;
never quiet, never soft.....