peanuts and butters.

peanut butter cookies are always trying to let you know what they are.
y'know what i'm talking about, neighbors?
yeah.
exactly,
those tic-tacky-toe-the-line crisscrossed forklines!
i don't hate them, since they're sort of an understood thing.
tacit symbolism of the type of treat you're gonna eat.
but, i just feel like we can freak it off a little and get the same results.
no?
maybe.
i gave it a shot, anyway.
here's my effort to make the magic happen without a fork.
check the flattop peanut-butter-type teleport:

boom.
i pressed 'em down with a clean thumbprint,
and they smoothed themselves out into clean tables of total hottness.
guys,
i love when that sort of stuff happens by accident.
now,
i used naturally delicious peanut butter,
but i wanted to have a little bit of that crawnchy raunchiness too.
so,
i pulverized some actual un-buttery peanuts,
and plastered the batter with magical shrapnel.
mmmmmmmmmmmm.
they add the good bite factor, y'all.
that's a thing.
brown sugar made 'em crisp up on their skin,
but they stayed soft as silk within, exempting those nuts for your butts.
friends,
i love cookies,
and i love peanut butter,
and i LOOOOVE peanut butter cookies.
however,
after looking at the cooled-on-a-rack stacks of circles,
i couldn't tell what they were.
awwwwwww, man.
they needed those lines, man!
and i knew just what to do.
what brings peanut butter up to eleven?
chocolate.
and what do we do to put chocolate on our peanut butter after the fact?
that's correct, buddy.
we drizzle that dark chocolate jauns all over 'em!
stylized gridlocks, of dark and delicious black gold?
c'mon.
you know that made 'em so much more expert.
because that's what we do in the kitchen over here.
we activate our inner expert, one batch, from scratch, at a time.
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i had a busy day, yesterday-
cookies, and art, and soup.
shoveling, and studying.
making big messes and tidying up just a little bit.
there's no point in relaxing, unless you're lazy.
there's work to be done,
and there's moves to be made.
we do as much as we can, and then, when we're finished,
we do some more.
it's all really happening,
and there's plenty left to be done;
never quiet, never soft.....