what??
ohhhhhhh.
right.
this is supposed to be a no-recipe treats brag.
right.
well,
neighbors, i hate to disappoint y'all,
but i took 'er easy the last few days whilst recovering from whatever
minor plague infiltrated my cells and undermined my well-being for a week.
ugh.
no mexican monday,
no world cuisine wednesday,
just aches and sweat and sleep and coughing and overall crappiness.
yuck.
womp womp.
it isn't always the big action and activated glamour of a burly barbarian baker
brutalizing his batter and bullying his oven to bake harder and faster and louder.
it ALMOST always is,
but even i get a little beat up by the ins and outs of a convoluted and polluted
path through the days and nights up here.
no?
oh, you do so know-
hard styles and hard times,
slow work days and too-busy work days back to back to back to back.
it's grown-up responsible adulthood,
and it's just a real pain in the A*.
especially when you're feeling really sh!tty.
once i was mostly better,
i headed south towards the ocean,
and i stuffed my face in portland,
and after that, i even traveled up and down my favorite secret road a few times,
and heck,
i even finished off a few stories i'd been reading,
and,
(keep this one close, kids)
i did a few drawings, for no reason other than i wanted to.
so weird.
maybe the bitter bacteria that bested me for a minute
really just made me stronger and more motivated overall?
i think so.
i've been doing a lot more than i was,
and i'm feeling better about it.
oh, yeah-
and i totally did make a treat.
obvi.
check the teleport:
on a toasted-coconut-laced graham crackery crust,
with thick-thick-thiiiick coconut frosting swirls,
and toasted coconut sprankles on top.
that's a heavy load.
and it's so deep, dark, rich, thick, wet, cold and wonderful, too.
too much is the right amount,
and a whole helluva lot of one ingredient makes sure you know it's true.
that's the way we do it.
warrior poets aren't fistfighting F*tards (although we can be...).
we mostly make sure we're winning the battle between good and good enough,
and all the smaller conflicts between nature and infinite nature,
nurture and free will,
and that we always choose the wrench, because without a challenge,
it's not actually ever really considered a victory.
the harder way, with a side of easy pie,
is what's up.
this is the way it all unfolds these days;
never quiet, never soft.....
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