My cravings are rarely for "sweet;" I nearly always crave savory. Plus, I generally feel gross after overindulging my sweet tooth. It follows, then, that for my POWER BREAKFASTS I make eggs and toast or only-subtly-sweetened oatmeal. And when I eat out for breakfast or brunch, I ALWAYS order something eggy -- omelets, frittatas, scrambles, what have you.
This doesn't change the fact that the most beautiful or creative items on many a brunch menu are the waffles drenched in butter and syrup. I always order the damn eggs, I ALWAYS do -- and then I ALWAYS stare in unbridled and unashamed jealousy at the person to my left gasping in ecstasy (almost made an egg pun; wouldn't have made sense) at the gorgeous waffle-y stack before her.
GOD.
Check it out. The way this person feels about waffles inspires me; we should all be so lucky as to feel this blind passion toward something in our lives. It makes me believe that I too could one day overcome my predilections and predispositions toward the savory and attempt the sweet.
(Also, can we all agree that waffle fries are the best form of fried potato? NEW POLL!!!)
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