Why Waffles are better than Pancakes

I hate to break this to you, but if you think pancakes are better than waffles, then you’ve been sadly misinformed. Sure, the occasional pancake may taste fine, but in the battle between breakfast foods, the waffle irons out its competition. Not only is the compartmentalized morning time treat more adaptable than its flat-surface competition, it just makes your morning awesome. Here are a few reasons why there’s really no argument . . . waffles are just plain batter… oops! better!

The square waffle allows for the best topping storage. Want your butter and maple syrup to stay put? Simply drizzle them into your waffle’s squares and they’ll remain in place until you decide to eat.
It’s hard to mess up a waffle. While temperamental pancakes are finicky enough to scare away amateur cooks, you really can’t screw up a plain waffle too badly; there’s a reason why frozen Eggo waffles are an American classic.
Pancakes get soggy way quicker than waffles, making waffles the ultimate brunch food.
Waffles are portable! Ever try walking down the street with a big, floppy pancake in your hand? There’s a reason why that’s not a thing. Grab yourself a waffle, though, and you’re good to hit the road. Just ask the Belgians — they enjoy waffles as a popular street food!
Chicken. And. Waffles. Need I say more? You’ll be hard-pressed to find a long-beloved “chicken and pancakes” house, but chicken and waffles joints abound throughout the country for a good reason. Something about savory chicken and sweet, syrupy waffles make the perfect culinary marriage.
You can make waffles out of just about anything. Want a brownie waffle? You’ve got it. Rainbow waffles on your mind? Coming right up.
You can eat waffles at any meal, because they’re just as good when savory. Hello, pizza waffles!
The waffle breakfast dish paved the way for waffle fries, so we owe them our allegiance. Who wants to live in a world without CrissCut french fries?
Pancake cones??? No way. Try waffle cones out!
Waffles are the perfect dish for sharing, which basically promotes world peace. Thanks to their waffle pattern, you can easily tear these treats apart, offering pieces to other hungry breakfast-lovers. Pancakes require knives to portion up, while waffles chunk off pieces with ease. They may actually be the key to international diplomacy if we just give them a shot.

There you have it! Leggo my Eggo, world; you can pry waffles from my cold, dead hands!!

Short Story

Joshua Middleton sat crouched in an alley. It was midnight. Where is Keri – Josh questioned himself. Keri, Josh’s newest case, was a ghost girl. She was supposed to meet Josh in the alley, at midnight. Together, they only had one minute to make it to the Middle Grounds, protected by the only time of night that death took a breather. So where was Keri? Josh checked his watch. She should be here! Suddenly, Josh heard a noise, it was Keri floating above the roof. Josh didn’t have time to talk, so he blurted out – “Let’s go!” The Middle Grounds were only a mile away, and midnight was the only time Keri could escape to the middle grounds without being carried into the after-life. Keri and Josh took off running, running as quickly as he could manage, they still would never make it. Running at twelve miles an hour, the clock moved to 12:01. Death roared through the city, making Keri and Josh speed up. The grounds were in sight, Keri lept over the border and fell, crying, with joy.

Male Characters-

Alen Dawnwing-

Golden, straight hair slightly covers a sculpted, lively face. Gentle blue eyes, set low within their sockets, watch delightfully over the lands they’ve been seperated from for so long.
An old tattoo resembling an eagle claw is almost hidden on the side of the left eye leaves a pleasurable memory of his fortunate survival.

This is the face of Alen Dawnwing, a true opportunist among night elves. He stands tiny among others, despite his big frame.

There’s something charming about him, perhaps it’s a feeling of guilt or perhaps it’s simply a feeling of delight. But nonetheless, people tend to buy him a drink, while training with him whenever he’s available.

Orlando Eustice-

Black, short hair is pulled back to reveal a strong, anguished face. Small gray eyes, set graciously within their sockets, watch carefully over the stronghold they’ve become enchancted by for so long.
A large beard delightfully compliments his eyes and hair and leaves a pleasant memory of his upbringing.

This is the face of Orlando Eustice, a true dreamer among humans. He stands awkwardly among others, despite his big frame.

There’s something charming about him, perhaps it’s his sense of justice or perhaps it’s simply his tenderness. But nonetheless, people tend to keep their distance, while trying to hide from him.

Adam Afton-

Gray, shaggy hair neatly coiffured to reveal a bony, anguished face. Lidded gray eyes, set thightly within their sockets, watch merrily over the rivers they’ve come to love for so long.
A beard beautifully compliments his cheeks and leaves a beautiful memory of his adventurous love life.

This is the face of Adam Afton, a true vindicator among giants. He stands awkwardly among others, despite his thin frame.

There’s something incomprehensible about him, perhaps it’s his goodwill or perhaps it’s simply a feeling of regret. But nonetheless, people tend to take pride in knowing him as a friend, while jealousy consumes them.

Female Characters-

Daphne Cawthorn-

Black, frizzy hair almost fully covers a craggy, radiant face. Sparkling green eyes, set appealingly within their sockets, watch energetically over the spirits they’ve stood guard for for so long.
Tribal marks resembling two large lightning bolts on each side of her face marks her skills in combat but, more importantly leaves a grievous memory of reclaimed honor.

The is the face of Daphne Cawthorn, a true victor among humans. She stands short among others, despite her athletic frame.

There’s something bewildering about her, perhaps it’s her clumsiness or perhaps it’s simply a feeling of arogance. But nonetheless, people tend to ask her to tell stories, while spreading rumors about her behind her back.

Felerai Dawnwing-

Pink, perfectly groomed hair hangs over a strong, charming face. Sparkling gray eyes, set wickedly within their sockets, watch wearily over the ships they’ve bled for for so long.
An old tattoo of a lion paw is almost hidden just above the side of her left eye leaves a grievous memory of redeemed honor.

The is the face of Felerai Dawnwing, a true paladin among blood elves. She stands elegantly among others, despite her fragile frame.

There’s something obscure about her, perhaps it’s a feeling of remorse or perhaps it’s simply a feeling of sadness. But nonetheless, people tend to lie about knowing her to brag, while trying to subtlely stare.

Melissa Shepley-

Red, short hair neatly coiffured to reveal a lean, worried face. Squinting green eyes, set graciously within their sockets, watch merrily over the folk they’ve grieved with for so long.
Scars reaching from just under the right eyebrow , running towards her left nostril and ending on her right nostril leaves a captivating memory of her reckless luck.

The is the face of Melissa Shepley, a true victor among halflings. She stands oddly among others, despite her thin frame.

There’s something ambiguous about her, perhaps it’s her good will or perhaps it’s simply her unusual looks. But nonetheless, people tend to invite her into their homes, while training with her whenever she’s available.

Nilerea Dawnfury-

Brown, shoulder-length hair is pulled back to reveal a thin, charming face. Woeful gray eyes, set elegantly within their sockets, watch eagerly over the spirits they’ve watched over for so long.
Fair skin graciously compliments her eyes and leaves a pleasant memory of her former lovers.

The is the face of Nilerea Dawnfury, a true leader among high elves. She stands alluringly among others, despite her skinny frame.

There’s something inexplicable about her, perhaps it’s her sense of justice or perhaps it’s simply her attitude. But nonetheless, people tend to take pride in knowing her as a friend, while jealousy consumes them.

Garth Wilson

Garth Wilson-

A young man from an important family House. Third child out of eight. 17 years of age. Dark hair and sharp green eyes… Almost like a cats. He’s quite attractive and many girls swoon over him, but he is smitten with only one… He is an animal lover, a poet, and very skilled with a sword in his hand. He has quite a few quarrels with boys of the other House causing difficulty with the fact that hes supposed to inherent his fathers status when he is of age. In the House he is a favorite among his teachers, particularly one man, Master Osivior whom is head of the sword skills lessons.

To be continued…

T. M. L.

Who Is Thomas Lynn?

Many want to know who I am… The real me… But only few actually know… My life is your typical everyday story.   Full of Twists. Like when I moved 1000 miles away from everything I knew to a dreadful place near the water. Turns out the move wasn’t that bad. The ocean is a strange undiscovered place. Its mystery drives me. (I swear I was born a fish.) Alas, I am just a typical character. I’ve been called a giant among humans for I am 6’0 ft tall. A bit chubby if I do say so myself. I enjoy partaking in sports such as basketball, volleyball. Writing has always been a dream of mine… Especially because I actually take many of my ideas from my dreams. Now if I numbered my years they would add up to 16 and a quarter. There is much more to learn but it can only be found in the stories I am about to tell to you. All you have to do is read them. I hope to see you soon my friend. Until then I wish thee farewell and safe travels for the night has come upon the lands.

Well-wishes- Thomas Miles Lynn

T. M. L.

Welcome

Hello everyone! Thanks for taking time out of your exceptional life to spot and read a bit. everything you do is much loved. Any comment you leave, criticism or loving the work, makes what I’m doing makes it that much more amazing.

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