what is warmth?

it is twenty degrees LESS than if there were no degrees outside.
that's cold.
like,
that's stupid stoopid cold.
and,
there's a gentle breeze making it even colder.
nice.
i'm bundled up and staying warm,
wrapped in layers upon layers,
stacked on each other like clothes sandwiches.
mmhmmm.
it's friday, and that's cool, i guess.
but, really,
when your only day away from the workplace is wednesday?
friday ain't sh!t.
except that it means it is still sandwich week!!
and that's expert.
yup.
even when i'm freezing my actual face off, in frigid blasts of arctic annihilation,
a sandwich makes the bitter and bitterly cold ending still kind of good.
i like what i like, neighbors, what can i tell you?
i'll tell you what i'll tell you-
sandwich cookies are in full effect at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
check the new-hottness-in-the-wintry-doom-type teleport:

empire biscuits are a british adaptation of linzer cookies,
these linzer-style shapes are in cocoa shortbread, combining the best bits of both,
and adding chocolate.
then, we took it to the viennese whirl world,
and added BOTH a spread of seedless raspberry jammie-jam,
AND a blop or three of powdered freeze-dried-raspberry-activated
exxxtra-creamy frosting to the centers of each of 'em.
yep.
that's the big action when you want some super sandwich sh!t for your face.
then, to take it to eleven,
there's a dusty winter rime of confectioners sugar
across the surface of those little lovely heart-shaped superstars.
the thing of it is,
when it's -20 outside,
in order to full appreciate the magnitude of a good cookie,
you've got to take it to twenty-two.
that's a whole other 'nother eleven-
and that's the sweetened cocoa second dusting, duders.
c'mon.
i know about treats.
when you bite into that crunchy outside, the chocolate and the sugar
melt into all the corners of your mouth.
right on schedule, the buttery brown short'nin' bread hits you,
all smooth and lightly crawnchy an' that..,
but,
before you begin to chew?
it's frosting, squishing of to the sides.
then,
when you think it's all really happened?
....no way is that all there is, silly.
don't be dumb.
there's the jam to be reckoned with,
blending subtly into the cookie crumble,
and that's when it all comes together.
a taste explosion all inside your whole sensory-overloaded head.
yeah.
i'm kind of about that stuff.
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cold.
that's sort of winter's thing around these parts.
and snow.
the forecast is calling for a foe-hammer waterfall,
only frozen and falling by the billowy bucketful.
guys,
i think that it's about to get abominable up here.
that's not the worst of things-
once the weather passes,
all the out-of-towner pow-pow powderheads will be cloggin' up my flow
with big ol' cars full of F*burglars and their vacation mentality.
hard styles are headed our way, as above, so below.
this is it.
i'm gonna need a lot more cookies;
never quiet, never soft.....