yes, we like waffles.

waffles.
yes.
waffles.
like,
if you took the dome of the roman pantheon,
and laid it out flat,
and then covered it with deliciousness.
y'know?
right!
waffles!!!
you got it.
XI-mas morning called for something extra-good,
(as did the lack of a loaf of toastable bread in the cupboard).
the most qualified candidate?
c'mon, man, pay attention-
waffles, obviously.
i had coconut flour, and wheat flour, and oat flour, and tapioca flour,
and i used 'em all, y'all.
because too much is the right amount,
especially on holidays.
brown sugar and butterish and vanilla,
plus vegan sour cream in place of eggs,
for added loft, and bitterly better instigation for the baking sodas and powders.
i do what i do because i've learned what works and what doesn't.
i'm kind of expert at breakfast, y'heard?
like,
if girls were made out of dough,
i'd be a real romeo,
and that's no joke.
instead,
i'll just cook treats in the morning for my daughters,
and hopefully demonstrate the pros and cons between box-mix b!tchbaggery,
and elite active participation.
i've no doubt they can certainly taste the difference.
anyway,
check the teleport:

yeah!!!
extra-fancy four-flour full-flavor waffles,
with homemade apple-cinnamon compote.
....what else would i do with two sad apples sittin' on my counter?
and roasted buttery black walnut sprankles.
and real maple syrup, for added woodsly goodness.
and ka-powdered puffs of wintertime sugar blasted on top for good measure.
we take our mornings by storm, while you're too busy taking it easy.
that's weak sauce, and we're worthy warrior poets who want MORE than that.
mmmhmmm.
more and more and more.
---
that's vanilla black tea in that wintry mug,
and yeah,
it DOES go great with the apples and nuts and grains.
the whole is greater and all of that.
like,
the three of us, me and the girls,
are something so vastly improved over me all by my lonesome.
i like that,
and i like that we nourish ourselves with time spanned
and with treats eaten.
i'm still psyched on all of this,
and i'm so glad there's a whole full week's worth headed our way;
never quiet, never soft.....