BROWNIES!

oats on the bottom, oats on top.
that's what i had on my mind,
so that's what i put in the pan, man.
mmmhmmm.
check it:

BROWWWWWNIES!
chocolate magic, chocolate ganache, and oats, bro.
that's all you need to start your day with something positive.
MORE chocolate means better times.
i think that's a thing....it is for me, anyway.
y'want to make some?
here's the path to positivity:
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OATEN BROWNIES!
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preheat your oven to 350℉
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grease a 9" x 12" pan, and set it aside.
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combine, in a mixing bowl:
1 cup thick oats;
1/2 cup quick oats;
1 tsp vanilla;
3 T vegan butter;
3 T agave,
and line that greasy pan, man.
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in a small saucepot, warm up:
1 cup non-dairy milk;
1 tsp vanilla;
1/3 cup cocoa;
1 stick (1/2 cup vegan butter)
1/3 cup flour;
1 1/2 cups sugar.
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add that melty mixture to a bowl containing:
2 cups king arthur flour;
1 tsp ea. baking soda and powder.
stir it up and pour it over those oats.
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bake the whole dang thing for 22 minutes.
let it cool a bit, cut it up, and drizzle it with melted chocolate.
that dark-dark-dark is what you want, neighbors-
and the crOmbles that come loose when you cut 'em?
sprankle 'em on top.
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there you go, friends.
brownies for you, and me, and everybody.
you need brownies, probably.
i definitely do.
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it's FAT TUESDAY, bruh.
y'know?
that MARDI GRAS!!
as in: that purple and green and yellow sh!!!!!t, son.
as in: where's those beads at, and what do you gotta do to get some of 'em?
(and let me just say this: don't do that)
should i make a PO'BOY for dinner?
probably.
am i gonna?
it's just too soon to tell.
i haven't really been feelin' it.
not mardi gras. but bigger-
like, the normally so pervasive and persuasive kitchen creativity,
and the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress's fresh embrace of comforting
culinary delights an' that.
i've got other things on my mind.
and they're bigger than that.
what do you do when the thing you do to make sense of what's going on around you
doesn't work anymore?
what??
drugs?!
ha!
don't be dumb.
i'm serious.
i'm going through the motions of productive processes.
bullsh!t chores, responsible pet ownership, attendant workplace activities.
these are the things that i'm in charge of here in the woodsly goodness.
responsibilities that are mine and mine alone.
but,
there's SO much more going on, and time and space are not at an accord
as to how to everything and everyone involved.
which means that the overlaps of active participation
and competent conversation,
and interwoven interpersonal connectedness are abrasive a;long the edges.
smooth sailing and effortless interfacing are a luxury that distance and obligation
are interfering with at a professionally disruptive level.
that's not cool.
and all the painting and food and tattooing on earth aren't gonna act as a mask
or a plaster, or a bandage that'll make it pretty and nicey-nice.
i don't have answers to the questions that keep my up mid-night most nights,
but i keep asking for 'em, and my dumb-dumb head isn't providing solutions.
i'm working at it,
i'm working through it,
i'm working for it,
but the big payday windfall seems like it's elusive at best,
or mythical at worst.
still, the rest keeps unfolding,
and we keep waiting to see what the next piece will be;
never quiet, never soft.....