To Waffle An Egg

A breakfast graced by the airy, crunchy, pockety, leger-de-pain of a cloud of waffles is bound to be a happy one (provided the coffee is fresh).

And there is no dark, dungeon cell as forgotten as the kitchen cabinet or hall closet that keeps a waffle iron for the other 364 days of the year.

We wanted to get more use out of our waffle iron than just an occasional freezer full of clouds and a forearm full of contact burns. Hence, this: the Cheese Omelette Waffle (or "Chomffle", which is hard to say).

A very hot iron keeps the egg from escaping over the sides.

The cheese awaits the closing of the lid, so as to crispify.

The first photo is a damned dirty liar.

Better than expected! The cheese (barely visible) was crisp and the wafflated tesseracts increased the golden surface area well into the range of "Very Good - Delicious".

We also had spinach (not shown) and the coffee was fresh.

Local Fauna Update: Christmas in the Grotto

You might remember the local fauna that appeared, one piece at a time, in the "rock garden" (grotto) outside our building.

The little creatures change position every few days and this encourages the casual observer to rationalize the the new positions by inventing story lines. "Squirrel Tries To Eat A Nut In Peace" has some tense moments, but it's hard to beat the drama of "Sauropod Adores Masked Rider Who Is Wracked With Guilt".

We were delighted to discover that Christmas is clearly a time for putting aside all the drama of the rest of the year and coming together to worship The Egg.

See how even the tinfoil stars swing low to adore his ovoid perfection!

All hail The Egg!

We still do not know who is doing this. It really isn't us. Srsly. We would tell you.