SNOWTREATS!

i can't sleep normally.

i really can't when my mind is weighed down with real life,

and it's real life requirements.

they occupy my brain and those late-night worryworms start wrigglin' around

in my mind, as i try to rest up for whatever big day is on the horizon.

and it's always a big day when you're forever doing your best

at being better than the day before.

so, i'm exhausted a lot.

but that's no excuse, neighbors.

nope.

i had a loaf of sourdough oatmeal in the oven by six, 

prepped and proofed the previous day,

scored and steam-sealed in the morning in a 460 degree oven.

that's pretty expert every single time.

but that's not all.

i started up some pretzels, too.

yeah! those are SO dope.

i can't get enough.

and as i was rummaging around in my refrigerator,

i found a few bits and bobs that needed my attention.

like cold dough for crispy chocolate sugar cookies!

and pastry dough left after making my last galette,

and chocolate ganache from whatever the F* i used that for.

what do we do when we have all kinds of tasty bits lingering,

starved for attention, and desperate to become devourable delights?

we doo-doo that freaky sh!t.

c'mon man. 

what are you? an A*-hole?

we HAVE to make treats.

the oven is hot, the sleep is nonexistent, 

and the appetites for sugar and (self-)destruction are operating at about eleven,

what the eff else would we do?

rules is rules.

MORE treats it is:

YEAH!!!!

the very hot oven made short work of those crisssssp cookies,

...and it made that galette crust snap, son.

yeah.

super flaky, with molten chocolate hottness literally oozing and bubblin' like whoah.

that's valentine cookie dough, froze up, 

but with raw cacao kicking it up a notch.

i cut out hearts again, just because it seems like that's always been what that dough was for.

dudes, i'm nostalgic for eleven days ago, i guess. 

ha.

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there are recipes for everything already posted here.

the important thing is that now there's room for pizza dough to slow proof in my fridge.

...and that's what's up.

pizza night, after a snow day?

i dunno about y'all, but that sounds to me like dreams are finna come true asap.

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diving back into baking, in an onslaught of active participation, was a big help.

no. really.

i doubt i would've been ready for a day of heavy tattzappin' and heavier snow removal

had i not had an early jumpstart on creative powerhouse move-makin'.

also, i was all hopped up on treats, and that is always helpful to my process.

all that stress is gone for a bite or two.

that's the secret: never stop eating, never stop moving, never ever stop.

shark-gluttony is a radical new therapy tool that i've been developing

for a few years now.

it's constant forward progress, like pac man meets jaws,

steadily stuffing your face with whatever challenges come your way.

is it working?

well,

i'm ready to do another 'nother day of all of this.

that should count as efficacy, no?

maybe, maybe not.

either way, i'm ready to eat, i'm ready to work,

i'm ready to wage love and to wage war and to earn my wages 

and wave my arms and legs around as i keep swimming deeper underwater,

but like, not literally;

never quiet, never soft.....