short but powerful cakes

powdered sugar and a little lemon oil and ground vanilla beans
stirred up, into, and all over a whole quart of sliced strawberries?
mmhmm.
neighbors,
if you don't have the expert toppings,
you're just eating bottoms.
which really isn't always all that bad in some cases.....
but,
the strawberry stuff is seriously tasty,
and it has all the right proportions of tart and sweet and wet and thick.
yup.
simple slabs of syrupy adornment are what we adore on our cake, kids.
and speaking of cakes,
check the oaten-circles-of-excellence-type teleport:

yeah!
duders,
oatmeal and lemon zest and freeze-dried strawberries!
circles cut out of a burly batch of dough,
doing double-duty as extra-bannock-y scone coasters.
just slightly sweeter than i'd usually score a scottish cake,
and twice as toothsome for all that oaten hottness.
plus,
there's just the right amount of  layers and layers and layers and layers.
like,
a LOT of layers-
folded and flipped and folded forever and ever.
that's how it was going to go before we even started preheating the oven.
you had to see that coming, friend.
after all, too much is the right amount,
and that's especially true when making soft hearty biscuits for breakfast.
y'know?
word up.
the berry bits and pieces were the airy super-crunchy kind when they got added in,
but they soaked up the moisture and act as little steam engines while baking.
time release aroma activators are always welcome in MY house.
that's real.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress has enough mystery smells that arrive uninvited
during overly rainy days and unvearably hot days
that all pleasantly dedicated and indentifiable odors are nice to know about.
ugh.
but anyway,
with a sploosh of soya in whipped creme conditions on top?
breakfast shortcakes are in effect.
what?
they ARE pretty short.
oh, c'mon.
***********
today,
me and mine are all gonna hang out extra hard.
i'm talking about shopping and cooking and talking
and hot fire and maybe even lightning
and crafting and movie-watching and EVERYthing.
family togetherness is important,
and working on tattooing tards is going to have to F* right off for today.
losing oney means less than losing this moment.
i've got things to do,
and a couple of halfway-decent little darlin's to do 'em with.
stop it.
they're all-the-way decent.
and they're all-the-way-expert, too.
it's all really happening,
and we've got the biscuits in our bellyholes to see us through until at least lunchtime.
too much of each other, all day long.
really real life unfolds;
never quiet, never soft.....