cinco de mayo.

oh man!
i used too much buttery-style stuffs,
and i might've used too much brown sugar, too.
really,
i think i underactivated the flour content,
and it caused the resultant wet batter to caramelize
inside the edge-heavy squares of baking cup metal.
hmmmm.
what's that, neighbors?
oh.
right.
i wanted to make something slightly appropriate
to treat myself to during cinco de mayo afternoon.
y'know?
yeah.
a little treat that had just a hint of something special,
so we all knew what it was all about.
i settled on cinnamon cake, with cacao nibs in it,
and chocolate-covered cacao nibs on it,
like sprankles.
but,
the overdone sweetness,
and the overdone extra-butterishness
made those square jerks get all caramel on the sides,
and sink in the center.
awwwwwwwwwww.
so what do we do when what we're doing won't do as we will it to?
this:

yuuuuuuuuuuup.
the sinkhole gets filled in with cinnamon-laced
(and slightly nutmegged and marginally gingered)
chocolate cream chee' frosting.
damned right it does,
and that middle layer gets filled full of it, too,
because when i've got complex textures and flavors,
i want deep, dense, rich, sweet explosions of over-the-top gratuitous
very-nearly-but-not-quite cloying chocolate-frosted cinnamon sugarbombs
all up inside and outside and on the tippity-top, as well.
too much is the right amount,
and if there's not enough of one thing,
it has to be made up for by everything else.
rules is rules.
i mean,
those aren't chocolate cakes,
they're just toasted brown sugar darkened.
that's expert, by accident.
the thing of it is.
i wasn't gonna let some upstart punk-A* treats beat me.
when in doubt, duders?
uh huh.
dominate that frosting game.
i think that's the only way to do it.
***********
in real life,
the day in-day out grind has been brutal.
some days,
it's all day early-to-late hard pounding,
and others,
it's that sit around time-wasting weak sauce.
i'm on that work-at-work, not sit-at-job jauns-
but i don't suppose i can control the way the dice roll these days.
sometimes you win a lot,
sometimes you lose a little,
and either way,
it's not exactly what i was hoping for.
there are better days ahead,
and worse ones, too.
that's really realness for your face.
more.
that's the only thing we can count on.
more of all of this.
get used to it;
never quiet, never soft.....