CAKES!

damn dudes-
oatmeal cakes were a good idea.
check 'em out:

MMMMMMM.
mostly oats, a little coconut, a small dose of wheat flour,
cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla....
and of course real new hampshire maple syrup.
obvi.
rules is rules, and the cakes are only expert when they've got that on top.
f'real.
strawbz?
yeah, neighbors- i F* with strawbz when they're juicy and fresh, for sure.
that's garnish, though-
the heart of the matter is look at how brown those hearty mancakes are.
like, look at that burly cakey morning hottness though!!
they're full of power for a big day.
i think that's probably a real thing.
wanna know how i did it?
okay.
ready?
here we go:
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OATCAKES!!
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in a medum sized mixin' bowl, combine:
2/3 cup coarse oat flour;
1/4 tsp salt;
3 T ground unsweetened coconut meal;
1 T oat bran;
2 tsp chia/flaxmeal;
1/4 cup king arthur ap flour;
2 T unsweetened plain coconut yogurt;
1 tsp baking soda;
1 1/2 tsp baking powder;
3 T melted vegan butter;
1 cup + 2 T unsweetened coconut-almond milk;
1 tsp vanilla;
2 T maple syrup.
cinnamon and nutmeg to taste.
stir that all up, and let it soak up the s'milk.
you'll get a thick and rowdy batter.
that's what you want.
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now, get a big ol' skillet, or better yet, a griddle, good and hot-
and pour a few ladlefuls out.
y'know how to make morning cakes?
when the circles get bubbles in  'em, flip 'em over.
i made six. they felt like ten. they're very oaty, and very filling.
and with butter and strawbz and MORE syrup,
they're also totally expert.
that's a fact.
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does it rain every damned evening?
it does!
does that eff up all my dog walkin' plans, every night?
it does!
does that in turn spoil our time together?
sorta.
here's the thing-
we make the best of what we've got,
and when he's got no light to work with?
he gets very sleepy.
and that's a good thing, because a high-energy shark-bullet shooting around
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is never all that much fun.
sure, running in wild circles through every room is funny at first,
but he just keeeeeeeeps it up, forever.
after a few laps, it's not as cute.
after fifty laps, it's like watching a slower, non-competitive nascar race.
after that?
well, after that it's more of a chase-
i'm the one in pursuit, trying to wrestle him into stopping,
and crabtree is running full-bore, trying to escape the whole entire time.
ha.
i think he would call it 'playing'.
but then again, he's very dumb.
there are clouds and sun outside right now.
it's grey and gold and i like the way it looks.
it's humid, but that's better than being cold.
these mountains are slowly figuring out that it's spring, just in time for summer;
never quiet, never soft.....