For real.
At Marché in the Bay Adelaide Centre, in the basement, on the path towards the Bay.
I hauled my ass in early today (took the 7:15 Oshawa-Union which really should become my train of choice - puts me at my desk by 8:30).
All it took was one word written in chalk on a blackboard and I was sold. $3.25, plain, with vanilla sauce and REAL maple syrup, none of that Aunt Jemima nonsense that's pure corn syrup with added sugar and more added sugar.
Rode up the elevator taunting others with this delicious smell of baked golden goodness. Scurried into my office. Shut the door. Opened up the plastic container. Moved my coffee. Hit the container with my elbow and ...
No, the five second rule didn't work this time.
But at least I'm pretty.
The love affair that could have been. Without blueberries. And in a plastic container.
I will never, ever understand why anyone would choose to buy "pancake syrup" if they can afford maple syrup.
ReplyDeleteGood. Like your fat ass needs it.
ReplyDeleteWow. What are you, 12?
ReplyDeleteTomorrow I'm eating TWO waffles! So there.
ReplyDeleteHave fun at the gym. I'll be sure to spread whip cream on the window and lick it off while your sweating to some tired 90s dance track.
Just name the place and time.
@cj
ReplyDeleteTOTAL WIN.
Hey Gary ...
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of stalking, noticed you were pretty quiet on the Shout Out post. No advice to be had, eh? No suggestions for LSE Admirer? No comments pertaining to finding out what car Michelle drives? Nothing, eh? Alrighty then.
By the way, CJ. Let me know what gym so I can bring the strawberries. We can pelt anon ahole with them when he/she leaves.
Loving the comments. Keep it coming
ReplyDeleteEven waffles that meet the floor are still good to chuck at the Leafs!
ReplyDeleteThe beauty about sweatin is you can eat the waffles and still look good.. Tried any hot yoga lately?
ReplyDeleteWhen I go to the gym, I sweat butter. That's bad, right?
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