STRENGTH.

if you aren't on that strong mack-handed bakery jauns?
stay home.
because we're having a hard-styled soft-centered super-activated
makeout party over at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
mmmhmmm.
oatmeal is french kissing on lemon zest;
lemon zest is playing spin the bottle with coconut;
coconut is going smoochyface with walnuts;
walnuts are full on glomming with chocolate chips,
and all of it, all at once,
is engaging in a downright filthy orgy of excellence in german-inspired
drop-cookie format.
that's real.
go ahead,
voyeur into the future with me, via the teleport:

ka-BOOOOOOOM.
those sons-of-b!tches right there are the truth.
word up.
is that lemon-infused effusive icing in front?
you bet your A* it is.
and in the back,
could that be chocolate-lemon ganache, with zestified sprankles?
don't be dumb, neighbors.
obviously, i wouldn't bring that weak stuff to the table.
cookies are dope.
and fancy cookies are dope, too,
but fancy flavored barbarian blocks of cookie hottness?
they aren't just dope, kids.
they're expert.
and that's what we really always want, isn't it?
mmmhmmmm.
i try to keep it going as often as i'm able.
the treats, i mean.
i love baking, and i love the meditative focus i achieve when i make up
a batch of made-up sugar-blasted freestyle goodness.
that's no joke.
i do what i do, and i do it to the best of my ability.
the thing of it is,
i want my best to be even better.
that's why i do so much of what i do.
building blocks,
with eleven times the effort,
to make sure that the goods are even better than great.
ugh.
mostly,
i keep my coworkers and acquaintances fully fattened up on frosting.
yep.
that's a secret benefit to never enjoying anything that much.
i get the experience, and they get all blarpity.
by comparison, i'm looking less busted for my beneficence.
self-serving service supplying sugar to the subordinates?
i'm like that.
*
anyway,
the werewolf moon is nearly swollen to the max,
and i'm feeling the feral effects and animal aftershocks of the push and pull.
it's all really happening,
and there are cookies to accompany it;
never quiet, never soft.....