The morning after 8 hours of encountering exciting, adventurous, and heart-pounding stimuli known as dreams; it can provoke the stomach into screaming: FOOD! This is where breakfast originated. The fuzzy, late night memories of taking a 12 strong elephant herd on a safari into the Antarctica wilderness, in search of a gold mine in purple, polar sand dunes has peaked your hunger. Throw in some sexy, Alien intergalactic traders in a bar scene with guns that shoot rainbow beams, and you too will be hungry after all that cranium action. What is it the body requires? Sugar, and lots of it. So someone concocted a mixture of flour, eggs, baking powder, butter, milk, salt, and SUGAR, and now you have the foundation for a breakfast sponge that requires a liquid topping: syrup. Take a pint of caramelized liquid sugar, pour it all over the cushiony column, and wait for the sugar shock to revitalize you. These fluffy flour blotters come in other styles such as crepes (pronounced: creeps) that the flakey Frenchies created and waffles designed by a map maker turned dump truck designer. They are laid out in a grid pattern, and each square box holds a cubic foot of syrup after it soaks in. That ought to get you started in the morning as you head off to work to rot in your 6’x6′ cubicle, surrounded by cretin chimpanzees, and directed by Jabba the Hutt on supercharged steroids.
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