do YOU like waffles?

yes.
we like waffles.
breakfast is the most important meal of the day,
right?
right!
so,
why not make it a mess of overindulgence?
seriously.
taking it too far is all i wanna do these days.
harder, faster, louder, and fatter than ever before.
that means that now this is happening.....
check the morning-glorious-type teleport:

c'mon!
neighbors,
oatmeal, cornmeal, brown sugar, toasted pecan pieces,
and just a tiny hint of powdered coconut,
all at once, in each of those iron-pressed toasty circles.
yuuuuuup.
they're so expert, all on their own......
but togetherness is meant to be taken too far,
so there's also real maple syrup,
and dried cranberries,
and chocolate chips,
and cinnamon-vanilla candied pecans on top.
why?
because experts know how to get it poppin' in the kitchen.
obvi.
what?
oh,
yes, indeed, duders-
that IS a seasonally-appropriate winter-tree tea-time mug,
with a strong hot cuppa irish breakfast steeping in it.
huh?
oh yes.
that IS a virgin mixed-citrus mimosa, too.
i mean,
c'mon,
what am i?
an A*-hole?
.....clearly not.
cranberry juice, orange juice, sweetened key lime juice,
and cranberry ginger ale,
all sparkling and delightfully magical in my mason jar.
i doo-doo what i do,
and that's all i can do.
actually,
it's so much easier when i'm not just doing it for my lonesome self.
that's the truth.
getting shark gluttonous and bellyaching in tandem
is so much more rewarding than hurting yourself without witnesses.
this is real life-
too many beverages,
too many bites,
too much is always the right amount.
i'm filling in the empty parts with sweetness.
that counteracts the bitter battery acid vitriol
of my otherwise caustic cardiovascular muscles.
yeah.
it'll take twice as much sugar to cancel out the hard styles
and hurt feelings and hate-type hurricanes
prevailing upon my heart these days.
so,
i guess that means it's time to get busy baking more treats, then.
balance is a helluva thing to achieve;
never quiet, never soft.....