the scone zone.

mmmhmmmm.
freeze-dried strawberries are great for baking.
that's the truth.
they don't get all oooky and yucky,
they aren't all wet and slimy,
and they absorb the other flavors, instead of dissolving into mush.
that's expert.
walnuts are good for your brain, i've heard;
and not just because they LOOK like brains.
i dunno.
i like healthy brains in my head, so i'll add a walnut or two to my treats
and upgrade my upbraided wet, grey calculator.
yeah.
and neighbors, i know you know it,
but i'll say it again-
chocolate is good for you,
so chocolate-style droplets have got to get inside my dough, yo.
that's no joke.
so on a, easy subzero sunday morning,
with a little lemon extract and lot of flippin' and floppin'
turnin' and tossin', and slicin' and dicin'-
i'll divide, conquer,
and then divide a few more times, for extra conquest.
and then i'll do what i always do.....
...i'll take it to eleven.
duh.
check the breakfast-triangle-wedges-type teleport:

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
scones make mornings better.
for real.
and when the layers are legion,
and the flavors are legendary?
yeah!
we're in the mutha-'ucking scone zone,
and honestly, on a day like today,
there's no place i'd rather be.
plus,
the oven is cranking away at 400 delicious degrees fahrenheit,
and that's auxiliary heat for my spindly digits,
in addition to the necessary hotness
to produce some a.m. edible hottness.
that's smart thinking.
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treats make me feel better.
i'd prefer to be making some epic artwork,
for display and sale an' that,
but i try to be more realistic these days.
instead,
it's cake and cookies and pie,
and eventually, i'm sure that an avalanche of art-making activation
will flow like lava from the furious feral furnace in my heart.
awwwww.
that's a lovely thought.
the rancorous resin, oozing out of my infinite naure,
a wellspring hot-spring of superheated magma magic?
i doo-doo that freak sh!t,
and with any luck, and a lot of work,
i'll be all up in and on that jauns before too long.
yeah.
i still want to be the makiest baker,
but i also want to be the craftiest craftsman.
mmmhmmm.
the object is MORE.
if you can't hang out,
then you need to get out.
wordimus prime, friends.
get busy,
and if you're already busy?
get busier;
never quiet, never soft.....