It happens to the best of us. We sit down, tell ourselves that we’re only going to watch one episode, just one episode of Lost and suddenly the whole day is gone. We tell ourselves that seeing old friends is a valid excuse for forfeiting an entire afternoon’s worth of homework. We tell ourselves that sleep or even just lounging around on bed is a luxury that we won’t be able to afford once school starts up again and that we should take advantage of sleeping in until noon while we can.
That, my friends, was pretty much my March Break in a nutshell. I also went on a road trip with my parents, one of my brothers, and my cousin, but that was definitely all play, no work. We went down south to the United States
to go shopping to visit Cornell University, in Ithaca. Bucketlist, 16, Kyleen 2.
While we were staying in Ithaca, my brother, my cousin, and I woke up early one morning so we could check out the waffle place we had walked by the night before. Oh gawd, I really love waffles, almost as much as I love bread. It’s one of my guilty white-carb pleasures. After visiting this place, I’m convinced that I need to
I got the breakfast waffle, which consisted of a large 8-inch square buttermilk waffle, tangy and slightly sweet, topped with two fried eggs and a couple slices of crispy, salty bacon. My cousin, being a big eater, opted for the fried chicken waffle, which was literally a waffle with three pieces of fried chicken on top, served with a spicy sauce. Kyle, who has a huge sweet tooth, decided to skip the breakfast (and fried chicken) route entirely and chose to get a dessert waffle served with fried bananas maple syrup, and whipped cream.
Because procrastination doesn't apply when it comes to waffles.