The haphazard, sporadic, and ill-advised braindump of a middle-aged, rather reclusive composer/arranger in New York City; Wiccan, would-be chef, übergeek, latent Scottish person, vegan, synesthetic [music:color]; generally summed up as bald, semi-squidgy, of middling means, and gay as a paper hat.
write me at maddux david 5 2 9 at g mail dot com [nix the spaces,k?]
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Here you'll encounter a wide range of sorry items, none of which, fortunately, is of the slightest consequence nor in danger of generating any interest whatsoever.
Reduce your expecations.
You'll be fine.
This is the F.V.CC. It is the F.V.CC., got it?
That’s FIERCE VEGAN CHEESECAKE, bitches! SAY IT! FIERCE! VEGAN! CHEESECAKE!
Of course, no cheese was harmed in the making of this cake. Many strawberries, however, willingly laid down their lives. And several lemons.
I had fun in the kitchen today.