I am only doing juice until lunch. (I know, right? When I jump on a bandwagon, I plop myself right down in the middle of it, shout out that I am damned well there, and buy every souvenir tee shirt I can get my hands on.) So, yes, when I get up around 6am or so, I go completely mad scientist with the juicer, and make enough for breakfast and a mid-morning snack. I even do juice before coffee. Yes, you might have just felt the ground get very cold and move a little. (Result of that? I want less coffee.) Until today, this has been easy - I didn't get hungry until around noon.
That was then. This is now. It's 10.24am, and I have finished my juice. I'm drinking water while waiting for lunch, which is sounding mighty good. Brunch is sounding mighty better. What I am trying not to admit is that I am about to starve, and that it was the thought of one food that got me thinking brunch might be better than lunch.
That one food? Waffles. I want waffles, people, drowning in butter and syrup, with another order of waffles on the side topped with strawberries, Nutella, and whipped cream. And waffles weren't even in my awareness when this happened - I was looking at ideas for converting a small, walk-in closet into an office. The thought entered my head that I could use a vanity that's been stashed upstairs as my desk, and BOOM! Waffles. Kind of like this:
Actually, I just now decided that this is NOT going to be a full time thing. There are waffles in the freezer. Amen.
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