but when i'm not sure what the eff is going on,
and the first step outside is the iciest and most slippery tricky trap ever,
and you're hungry like the wolf,
and it's cold as heck, what do you do?
i make scones.
yeah.
i like 'em a lot.
they're good for you, y'know?
and when you load 'em up with all the best things,
they're downright positive by all accounts.
uh-huh.
a good breakfast scone, maybe with a little sweet icing on top,
is a great way to activate a busy day-
neighbors, i tattooed my cousins.
more specifically my first cousin, kevin, and his oldest child, tim.
that's wild to me-
two generations of my actual DNA family,
up in the woodsly goodness for the day,
banging out the end of year with some tattzaps and family togetherness.
y'know what?
it turns out, it's kinda nice to span a little time
with a couple of somebodies from my old man's side of the family.
that's not a common occurrence, but it was pretty cool, for sure.
anyway, i couldn't have done it without a batch of from-scratch scones.
no jokes.
they had all the power in 'em, and it gave me all the power to pop off a pair of sweet zaps,
back to back, while doing what i do with those dudes.
true story.
it was all because of the scones-
check the teleport:
CINNAMON AND SPICE!
and a few things that're nicey-nice, too.
raisins in baked goods are only sorta sometimes a thing around here-
in this instance they work, and i like it when things work.
plus, there's dried cranberries, AND chopped walnuts,
and cinnamon and stuff like that-
that's pretty neat,
but there's a nother 'nother factor at work, making it even MORE awesome.
f'real. the liquid was something holiday-specific, too-
yep.
NOG, bro.
eggless holiday nog is in effect, and it takes these jauns to eleven.
that's real.
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you want the recipe, don't you? alright. here it is:
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CINNACRANRAISINWALNOG SCONES!
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preheat your oven to 400℉
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in a large mixing bowl, combine:
3 cups flour;
1/2 tsp salt;
1/4 cup sugar;
2/3 cup thick oats;
2 tsp baking powder;
1 tsp baking soda;
cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, allspice, and cloves, in that order of quantity, but, like, 'to taste';
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cut it:
1 stick ( 8 T) vegan butter;
3 T vegan creamchee';
1 tsp vanilla.
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once completely blended,
add:
1/4 cup non-dairy yogurt;
1/2 cup vegan NOG;
1/2 cup dried cranberries;
1/2 cup raisins;
1/2 cup chopped walnuts.
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fold the mixture in on itself, give it half turn, a press, and another fold,
then another turn, so on and on, until you've got a mega-layered dough ready to go.
i press mine flat to around 1" thick, in a rectangle, which i cut into strips,
before slicing triangles out of each long length of dough-
you see what they look like, so you probably know what i'm talking about-
arranged on a baking tray, they get tucked up in the freezer for ten or so minutes,
then baked for twenty-five-ish minutes.
dudes!
they're flakyish, and burly, and hearty,
and when there's that thicccness of icing on top, too?
WORD.
they're just what you need to have a good day.
my saturday's success was wholly determined by these breakfast bomshells, bruh.
they don't take very long to make, and they don't take very long to bake,
and they sure as sh!t don't take more'n a few bites to eat!
a delicious oaty, cinnamon-sugar supersexxx exxxplosion is the right way to begin a day.
i'm glad i thought of it as i spun on my heel on the ice outside my dark doorstep.
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the end.
the end of the year.
the end of the year happens at the beginning of the week.
that's just how it be sometimes.
and today there's just gonna be even more of all the same stuff i've been doing all year.
that's the thing of it, man-
it's all really happening, there's just not a lot of NEW hottness to go
with the regular hot fire that my life is made out of.
and also, for the next little minute i have so. many. tattoos.
for real.
hand-crampin' thumb-numbin' back-crackin' big bammers,
with a few sweet little taddy-toosies tossed in here and there.
it's gonna be feet-first jump-off for 2019,
with my days packed up tight and no light in sight.
it's heavy, and it's hectic, and that's good news, too.
mmhmmm.
a grand don't come for free, homie.
and these movie checks are much needed after a doo-doo buttery december.
that's for really-real,
and that's the new deal.
we're moving forward, we're not looking back, and our eyes are on the prize,
surprisin' the horizon,
and never sayin' dyin' while we're tryin'.
this is What is;
never quiet, never soft.....
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