sprankles.

hello, neighbors.
we're getting down to the last minutes of holiday preparation.
i'm just sayin',
i lose a whole week of gettin' readiness,
because i live in the woodsly goodness,
and my peoples are all down along the doo-doo butteriest byways
in the weakest and wateriest babyhole.
y'know?
yeah.
connecticut is pure crap,
but,
it holds all my genetic lineage and legacy,
so i gotta go see e'rybody for a few.
plus,
my daughter has a big-time big-deal activated berfday coming right up,
so there's that too.
basically,
i do what i have to to meet or exceed expectations.
and that includes donating a week to the low-interest bank of
southern-new-englandy-family-togetherness.
yikes!
my folks and my kids,
and the collateral damage report including my sisterly siblings,
and all those exes that make ex-mas so expert.
hahahaha.
that's not real. c'mon.
but also the spouses and houses and my niece, too, neighbors.
there's a lot going on,
with all of them,
and all of that,
all week long,
the thing of it is-
real life doesn't give a F* if you're ready or not,
if you're into it, out of it, off your game, on point, or anything.
the days are dwindling away;
winter is nearly here;
and the spirit and memory of times gone by,
those happy and hapless, helpful, hindering,
humbling hard-headed hopes and hard-hearted hates,
the bygones and never-weres, the should'ves, could'ves, and would'ves,
and all the rest are nestled in and waiting to be rekindled or diffused....
there's no telling what's going to happen,
but whatever it is, all of it is really gonna, with gusto.
it's christmas in connecticut,
and we're all bracing for impact.
that calls for treats, doesn't it?
i think so.
something smooth,
but with a little textural variety.
maybe sweet and cool,
creamy and crawnchy,
and chocolaty, with seasonal flavors and flair.
yeah?
yeah!
guys,
check the teleport:

mmmmmmmmmm.
pepperminty candy cane chocolate creme pie!
so many powdered and pulverized miniature candy-style canes,
mixed in, melted down, and added into and onto and around.
the minis are better, when you consider the diameter-density-to-crush-ratio.
they're better for bashing, because there's less white core proportionately.
that means more stripes, by volume, and that means it looks better.
yup.
cocoa and graham crackers and all the usual bits and bobs
for an especially thick crackery crust.
creamchee' and butterish and confectioners' and vanilla and sooooooo
many more crushed candy canes, for that soft and silky frosting flair
that's keeping it so luscious all around the edges.
and sprankles, duders.
like,
sprankles for DAYS an' that.
you know the way i do it.
too much is the right amount.
that's my style.
i'm downing slice after slice of this icy-cool and refreshing action.
it tastes like winter in your mouth,
and it looks like a brown circle covered in glass.
awwwwwwwwwwww, man.
truth tellers, y'feel me?
it's feel-me-friday, friends,
so maybe make a little more of an effort;
never quiet, never soft.....