too short for too long.

shortbread!
it's so good!
crumbly, crispy, buttery, sweet golden goodness for your face!
i like it a whole bunch,
and i wanted it even more,
so i made it up and rolled out some balls, y'all.
then i smooshed the whole set of 'em down with the palm of my hand,
so that i'd get those good-lookin' cracked-edge cookie circles i was craving.
yep.
but that wasn't enough was it?
no way.
i mean, really, how could it have been.
i did more to them, in a sandwich style, of course,
because it's sandwich week, and those are the rules.
check the long-and-short-of-it-type teleport:

yum4tum, neighbors.
dark-chocolate crumbles, dissolved into cocoa-creme chocolate frosting?
it's a subtle, but elegant little note of textural sensitivity,
but it makes that squished out the sides on the first bite frosty creme
just that much more expert.
that's always a welcome addition to the treats world, is it not?
word up.
a goobieblop on top of swirly frosty hottness,
for even more of that sweet soft contrast.
but that's not enough.
it's never enough.
too much is the right amount.
that meant i absolutely HAD to get even more fancy.
that's the rules, duders.
so i did what was required.
and was that adding shaved curls of chocolate truffle?
yuuuuuup.
softly pressed on top for a sassy accent of cute little ribbony wrappin'.
awwww.
but,
there's more.
yep.
because i care about making treats.
ground bittersweet chocolate sprankles take the whole thing to eleven.
i do what i do.
it's a compulsion, not a passion.
otherwise,
maybe i'd bring it all to the wider waiting world,
instead of hunkering down in my stronghold in the mountains,
mastering the art of inaccessibility.
oh, wait.........damn.
***********
did somebody suggest a breakfast b.l.t. freestyle?
i could've sworn i heard that from somewhere.
maybe it was my own inner voice, gently influencing me to perform
up to it's expectation.
yes, my friends, that must've been it.
and when i say inner voice,
i hope you realize i mean my stomach, of course,
....not my conscience.
don't be dumb.
i don't ever listen to THAT A*-hole.
i s'pose i wanted to feel even fatter than usual,
and it worked like a charm.
thanks bellyhole, for another 'nother blarpity breakfast sandwich.
teleport:

fried tofu,
red leaf lettuce,
little bitty cutie tomatoes, vegenaise, sprouts,
and baconical circles of dubious protean protein.
yup.
all on a toasted poopy poppyseed hard roll.
am i starting this day with shark-gluttony?
ew.
it's already done.
it's just that if it doesn't hurt at least a little tiny bit,
i can't really endorse it, professionally speaking.
overdoing it is the truth.
and i only tell true stories;
never quiet, never soft.....