that's right.
groundhog day marks the anniversary, and with that,
i'm another 'nother year deeper into mountain manliness.
mmhmm.
did y'all know that the only custom from-scratch vegan recipe i had to my name
when i first moved up here was for my signature cookies?
yup.
albie rock bloxxx were the only thing i really could say i made up
specially and specifically for myself and my friends to enjoy.
it's true.
back then, i'd already been vegan for like, seven years-
but i wasn't any sort of expert vegan cook by any means.
nope.
i was using premade faux meats like crazy.
i was adding water to ready-to-go box mix all the dang time.
i was effing around with pasta and sauce three nights a week,
and eating out at the same four places every single weekend.
i'm serious.
i was vegan, but i was NOT dope.
...and we're talking about seven years worth
of veteran vegan victual consumption under my belt.
the cookies, however, were, and are, the muh-fuhhh'n TRUTH.
always and forever, i had that going for me.
and over the years, they've only gotten better and better.
so,
i made 'em up fresh, and celebrated by myself with alllllll the warm, soft, sexxxy jauns
i cold fit in my face before tummyachin' took over.
yeah!
too much is the right amount, and i took that sh!t to heart.
check the teleport:
CHOCOLATE DRIZZLES AND FEBRUARY sprankles!
wooooord.
dudes, these ones have almost all the things:
peanut butter! coconut! oatmeal! brown sugar! chocolate chips!
f'really real, i get so excited on cookie days.
also,
the efficiency with which i create 'em is on some omega level eleven type hottness,
for sure.
it's second nature, and it's muscle memory and it's radical vegan spirit,
all at once.
i mean, look:
i'm a big fan of making cookies,
and these are the ones i'm most likely to show off most often.
y'wanna make some?
sure.
here's the plan, man:
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PBCCCCCOROCKBLOXXX!
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preheat your oven to 375℉
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get out two non-stick baking trays, ready to go
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in a medium mixing bowl, using a pastry cutter, cream together:
1 stick (8 T; 1/2 cup) vegan butter;
1/2 tsp salt;
1/2 cup sugar;
1/2 cup dark brown sugar;
2 tsp vanilla.
stir in:
1/2 cup unsweetened applesauce;
2/3 cup natural creamy peanut butter.
mix well.
next, add in:
2/3 cup oat flour;
1/2 cup fresh-ground unsweetened dried coconut flake (no sulphured soft sh!t, ever);
2 cups flour;
1 tsp ea bakey powder and soda;
3/4 pkg mini vegan chocolate chips;
2 T agave.
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knead it all up into a soft and pliable cookie dough.
you know what to do from here, right?
flattened golf ball sized blops are in order-
i opted NOT to fork-line 'em, in the traditional pb cookie style.
i'm a rebel, huh?
ha!
baked for 11 minutes.
cooled completely,
and drizzled with dark chocolate ganache-
that's
the 1/4 remaining choco chips;
1/2 tsp vanilla;
3 T powdered sugar;
2 T non-daity milk, tempered over low heat, added to a pastry bag,
and striped across the cookies until they were all completely covered.
then i took it one step further, and hit 'em with those sparkle sugar sprankles.
why wouldn't you make them exxxtra pretty?!
i mean, rules is rules,
and ugly food is NOT invited to my makeout party, bro.
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so, it's been sixteen years.
i've got a house, the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress;
and my very own art spot- AMPERSAND TATTOO.
and i can cook my actual A*-hole right off my body at an elite level of competence...
the days of pressed and pressured pre-packaged poop are no longer the only way i know;
and moreover, after all this time i've got grown-A* kids;
and even crazier, i've young blood to impress,
and crazier still there's this impending, upending baby girl on the way, too-
i've got wild warrior women walloping me at every turn.
and in between battles of wits and words,
there's the biggest love, and the most intense experiences of my (ever-lengthening) life
exxxploding outward from the epicenter of this woodsly goodsly wild werewolfen
berserker battle-beastly northern mountain life....
damn.
that's savage stormswept raging gypsy big business bellowing and blasting away
at my every damned day before sunrise until after sunset-
it's been one heck of a crusade, forging a place and a time and space to span
in the heart of an area that was SO much less hospitable when i first got here.
it's wild to think i might've had some small impact on the community,.
just by intensely interacting and activating my alternative viewpoint to the common
consensus throughout every day in every place i go.
i mean,
really, i wasn't anything special when i first got here-
i was broke, broken, busted, ugly, but very determined to be dope.
i'm still working at it, hard-
and i'd like to think that the whole spot has evolved concurrently
to my own transformation.
co-evolution and compatible concentric overlapping circles of intention and invention-
the star-shaped central bright spot is right here where i'm standing,
and i am very grateful for the time i have been given to experience it;
never quiet, never soft.....
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