Both please, with an egg and slice of bacon. But I’m not getting anything else accomplished today.
Pancakes. Waffles just don’t achieve the same thing. Crispiness is great, but they don’t absorb the butter as well.
Waffle needs more syrup and the pancake needs crispy bacon and banana with syrup and butter!
Pancakes, or pancakes with syrup cups?
Idk if it was covid but I just don’t like maple syrup anymore. I like jam or jelly.
Coconut syrup. Throw some macadamia nuts in your pancake and slather it with some coco re’al cream of coconut. Delish.
Both options are lacking in plate presentation but undoubtedly still delicious.
I’ll be real: that butter distribution is hitting all the right spots in my brain and I have been craving a butter-drenched waffle for a few hours now. Luckily, it’s after when I normally eat, and hopefully by tomorrow I will have forgotten.
Waffles? What’s this geometric breakfast grid?Where’s happy floppy shapes? Where’s bubbly dadaisms on my plate?
Pancakes.
Waffles feel like homework for breakfast.
Eat the axes!
Oooh, maybe two waffles with a syrup-saturated pancake and gently simmered fruit sandwiched in the middle. 🤔
No butter and no other dairy though.
Like fresh fruit, or like syrup-infused canned fruit that just gets a little caramelized on the griddle. Cuz those both sound awesome.
I prefer buttering fresh fruit and then blistering them under the broiler
Agreed, either is fine.
So you hate the world then, I see.
Why choose? Wankcakes!
wankoffles :) :)
Enter the legendary why not both meme
Either is great, but learn to make them well and use less syrup.
The waffle doesn’t have enough syrup.
The pancakes have almost enough, maybe, depending on if there’s any in the middle of the stack.
Real maple syrup is a reason to get up in the morning.
When I’m really craving something sweet, I’ll have a shot glass of maple syrup, preferably a light, early batch.
Disrespectfully disagree. Syrup is god’s greatest gift to toasted/browned grains with wildly unacceptable proportions of sugar already in them. Drown those fuckers in it. Let them breathe their last oxygen as they wait for my knife to slice, dice, and be delivered into the acid pits below.
Whoever downvoted you must not have ever had real maple syrup.
The real stuff is great. The fake stuff is delicious. I may not be a strawberry fucker, but that strawberry syrup at ihop is sinful in it’s delectability. The aunt jemima fructose corn goo is orgasmic.
The real stuff rocks my socks, but it’s also too expensive to slather on like I’m greasing my partner before said partner our kid’s pool wrestling matches. I appreciate the disaccharides I can get in industrial drum size. Gimme fake indian plastic bottles that hold diluted mud in them, and just dump em in my feeding trough. Let me squeeze the last drop of insulin out of my poor pancreas before my pumping heart explodes.
Waffles. Greater surface area = more butter & syrup = higher cholesterol = greater chance of dying from a heart attack = end of existential life crisis. Existence be bullshit.
Waffles are crunchy, so that’s an automatic win in my book
that downward spiralled quickly
Pairs better with chicken too
French toast.
I like salvaging dried baguettes by busting them into chunks and then soaking them overnight in the cream -egg-vanilla mixture so they’re fully saturated.
Seriously… Pancakes or waffles would be my last choice for breakfast. French toast, or eggs (in a variety of ways), a decent bread. Or if I’m going out and going to be fancy then a Shakshuka.
French style crepes, paper thin, with slices of ham and gruyere between them the first time, then maple syrup and/or whipped cream and berries the second time, to finish.
