GALETTE IT BE!

the good dough is the key.
if you've got it,
then whatever you add to it is gonna be good, too.
that's real.
the good dough is where it starts.
and it's crucial to refrigerate it for a rest period.
that's no joke.
after a brutal bashing, a little cold and a lot of relaxation do wonders,.
and you'll end up with something exxxtra-special if you do as you're instructed.
ummmm, i'm serious, man.
i had blueberries,
i had coconut,
and i had chocolate,
so i did my thing, and let each ingredient sing it's own song,
and together they all harmonized and made some sorcerous symphonics for my face.
mmmm.
check the teleport:

C'MON!!
that's all you need, neighbors.
good dough,
full of good stuff,
a few sweet sprankles,
and a mouth to munch it all up with.
expert.
the filling was easy as heck-
a fat handful of unsweetened medium flake coconut on the bottom,
with a handful of chocolate chips, tossed in there.
a cup of juicy, frozen bloobs over that,
and two full squares of baking chocolate, microplaned into sprankles,
shaved all over the whole effing thing.
that's how you do it.
what did i bake it at? four hundo, bro.
yup.
twenty-two minutes at four hundred luscious fahrenheit degree.
why?
because that's what you DO.
it's not negotiable, either, because rules is rules.
ANYway,
the good dough is where it's at.
here's how you too can do it to it:
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GOOD DOUGH!
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in your food processor,
combine:
2 1/3 cup flour;
3-4 T raw sugar;
1 tsp vanilla;
3 T vegan creamchee';
10 T vegan butter (very cold);
2-4 T non-dairy s'milk (ice cold).
pulse the whole thing until it clumps up a bit,
and sticks together solidly when pinched.
really, that's it.
wrap it in plastic or whatever, and refrigerate it at least one hour.
congrats.
that's good dough, right there.
roll it, cut it, bake it in a pie; all of that.
it's yours to do with as you will.
tight.
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maaaaaaaan,
i've got a hard style headed my way.
uh-huh.
whenever you've had some good times,
the pricetag is steep.
and i just had a great time,
so i shudder slightly at the storm of sh!t-salad that HAS to be headed my way.
rules is rules,
and you just don't get the goods without it costing something.
so, i'm walking into work with my eyes open,
and my fists raised,
and my teeth clenched,
for a furious flurry of comeuppance.
the bill has come due,
and the piper needs paying,
so i'll be at AMPERSAND TATTOO for the foreseeable future,
ready to field all your worst ideas and make the our reality.
y'know what?
it was worth it;
never quiet, never soft.....