I was thinking the other day about how the words egg, waffle and toast can be used as nouns and verbs:
The President today was egged on by rumors of an ensuing terrorist attack, but waffled on plans to toast the group’s suspected hideout.
Then it hit me like an English muffin on the 4th of July: breakfast can be the most horrific time of the day, at least when you think about it in a certain way.
Take, for example, what some of us do the our eggs: crack, scramble, fry, hard-boil, beat, poach. You might think eggs over easy is kinder and gentler, but you’ll still end up stabbing them with a fork and chewing them to bits. Try to argue and you’ll only end up with egg on your face.
Who hasn’t by now heard the overused pun, cereal killer, to describe someone who scarfs the bowled bits in milk?
I guess if their is a peaceful choice, it is Quaker Oatmeal. Blasting it in the microwave or boiling it on the stovetop borders on aggression, but the stuff is quite passive. Except for when it forms lumps that try to choke and kill you.
Are we friends with France again, or is it Freedom toast?
Pancakes aren’t safe, because the spatula we flip them with sounds like some subversive instrument of torture. Or maybe something used during a woman’s annual exam.
I love breakfast, and have proclaimed my desire to eat it at all times of the day here before. I’m just wondering if that makes me a bad person now.
I would agree that the Quakers have it right with the whole passivity thing. Stick with the oatmeal.
Martha Stewart likes to make shirred eggs. It's like steaming them. "Shirr" sounds like a very kind and gentle way to treat an egg.
I WANT MY MALTO MEAL!
Really, T-Bone, you'd think a Texan would add huevos rancheros with HOT SAUCE to that list!
After this...I'm thinking Lucky Charms should be the breakfast of champions for our family in the morning! :)
Over easy with tobasco sauce, jammed in sourdough toast. That's the only way to have a great beakfast! Throw some bacon, sausage and home fries, you got yourself a party!
This post made me hungry. I would kill for some freedom toast right now.
Thanks T-bone....I have a whole new perspective now...and now that I'm thinking that way, "waffle iron" does sound sort of like a Medieval torture device.
It sounds like you're thinking WAY too much...LOL!
When my kids were little, breakfast WAS the toughest meal, now...I don't care.
They can fix their own damn breakfast!
HA! {wink}
When do you find the time to think...so much!
The best Halloween costume I ever saw was this little boy...dressed up like a Wheaties box...and he had a knife sticking out of him...with blood running everywhere. Yeah, you know...he was a cereal killer...I loved it!!!