Time for my end of the morning rant about waffles.

I'm not making them. Period. If you are seeing waffles somehow pop up from me, it's because it was for a breakfast I ate, or breakfast made with obscene amounts of batter. Double digit numbers of frozen waffles flow into my toaster oven every day, and it's reaching uncleanable amounts of constant burnt batter.

When opening one box that the flavors I was craving for was not even close to my usual taste, further prodding about my hunger ended in me telling the box that I was quite frankly out of syrup. I then told the box how hungry I am, and that the box was going to spread the butter away from me to make healthier, tastier options. Way to be a fucking jerk about it, but you're probably not even chocolate chip. You know who you are, so create another flavor and remain anonymous. Pancakes are here for you too.

I make enough battler at my cooking job not to need 3000 calorie a pound waffles, and just because I'm a hungry dude doesn't mean I'm going to do what so many cooks unfortunately do, which is make a severely large breakfast. I have dishes I want to create for myself, and those are not going to happen till my satisfaction for waffles is empty.

I'm not available for waffles, outside of very delicious confections that genuinely delight me and are exceedingly yummy. Otherwise I'd be blowing all my free time mixing boring-to-tears batter of banana/cinnamon/blueberries being covered with their imitation maple syrup, and transform a once enjoyable food for me into a stomach ache.

End meal.