try to stop me.

cake.
that's right, friends.
cake.
spiced oatmeal raisin, to be more specific.
oat flour, regular wheat flour, a little tapioca for toothsome tenderness,
soy yogurt and sour-style vegan creaminess, raw sugar, and all the good things.
the great things, actually.
golden AND purple-type raisins,
thrown into the mix by the generous two-scoopin' handful.
and spices?
c'mon.
in a maple syrupy solution to suspend 'em in while i mixed 'em,
i added cinnamon, and nutmeg, and mace, and allspice, and ginger,
and even a dashing dash of cloves.
that's spicy, neighbors, especially in with those spongy soft raisins,
for all the absorbent big-bite barbarian business.
but,
we all know that's not enough.
after all,
too much IS the right amount.
so,
on top of that there's apples forever.
seriously, seven sexy, succulent, crisp, cut-up early season jauns-
in butteryish, sugared, cinnamon'd sauce,
slathered in a heavy dose of dopeness all over the top of the batter.
THAT'S expert.
check the teleport:

mmmhmmmm.
the white stuffs?
that's vanilla-sugary icing in between the slices, obvi.
....oh.
the other other white stuff?
that's whipped soyacreme, for that eleven style a-la-mode sh!t.
i mean,
what do you think i am/
an A*-hole?
no way.
*
i do it the most,
i do it the best,
i do what needs doing,
and i do too much of it.
the world will only tolerate so much hottness,
so i'll eat it up before the balance is tilted too far towards the future.
yep.
you're welcome.
i'm eliminating threats to culinary stability moments after i create them.
that's the way it goes.
create destroy destroy create activate activate activate.
there's a system in place,
based in chaos and order,
ingredients, heat, hands, teeth, beauty, ugliness, dopeness.
all of it,
all at once.
this is it;
never quiet, never soft.....