fancy flavors.

if you like chai, for real,
then you've probably had it done right.
extra spicy, peppery, hot, and extravagant.
unlike coffeeshop chai,
which usually tastes like a sickly sippable slice of cinnamon toast.
word up.
neighbors,
i got this bengal spice sh!t that goes to eleven.
that's no joke...
and i used it to it's fullest potential in a fresh new treat!
mmmhmmm.
check the teleport:

cranberry-chai cake, kids.
that's some seriously decadent and indulgent white people action.
i mean,
the flavors, the textures, the color, the shape,
all of it screams out 'sophisticated and arrogant'.
i love it.
especially because i keep it ghetto good with my south hamden roots.
y'know?
well,
i'm sayin'-
if i gotta come out my 'hood bag, to balance out that croquet-style treat?
i'm always down to bring the thunder, the lightning, and the hot fire.
i can't imagine that's needed when we're eating this cake, though.
there's just so much goodness going on.
it's dense, but only because it's so rich and powerful,
because it's also moist and super smooth,
except for the cranberry bits,
which have been cooked from hard red circles into soft red sauce.
that's right.
trademarked albie rock-style cranberry sauce, in vanilla apple cider an' that,
added into the batter to bind it together and soften it up.
the soymilk had a set of sachets full of  that bengal beverage business
infusing the F* out of the wetness with ALL that spicy hottness.
mmhmm.
and there's uncut spice shrapnel scattered throughout the batter.
i mean,
buttery, sugary, chai-heavy hangouts occurred
well before the rest of the ingredients arrived at the party.
gotta give it a chance to make an impression.
.....
so,
the completed cake caught itself up in all the creases
and crevices of my new bundt pan.
awwwwwwwwww, MAN.
there was a good amount of collateral battle damage
incurred in the cooling rack transition.
that's why i'm showing you one sexy slice,
instead of the whole haggard half dome.
but,
if you're wondering how to take this specific treat up to the next level,
off the charts, off the hinges, off the hooks, and all the way to eleven?
cardamom-lemon-nog icing, duders.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
and with lemon zesty sprankles, too?
c'mon.
if you don't know about for maximum new freshness for the holiday season,
you may possibly be a huge stoopid butthole-face.
recognize the truth when you hear it, homie.
i had myself a big slice for breakfast, because i know what's good,
and i know what to do when there's good in my midst.
overdo it?
yep.
gluttonize my gorge?
obvi.
dominate and destroy every last crumb of evidence?
csi couldn't convict me, y'all.
too much of it all.
that's how i'm livin';
never quiet, never soft.....