Bite Of Bliss- Military Waffle Strike

When my hungry eyes fell upon this show stopping waffle. I began to scope out my surroundings. Tingling vibes crawled up my back, an awful feeling invaded my senses. I was being watched.

No time for delay, others would move in and, dare to say?

“May I have a bite too?”

Go on the offensive I must be quick and strike before anyone gets a clue.

I don’t share and I don’t care, this is my breakfast fare!

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Grab the dull knife from the right.

Grab the smudge stain fork from the left.

Grab the warm maple syrup, that is quickly cooling off like hot extraction in a combat situation.

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Map out in my hungry mind, the ideal way to bisect like a special ops being planned.

Deep breathe in as the fork and knife divide and conquer like a seal team beginning their tactical insertion.

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Scents of warm vanilla wafts up, teases my senses.

Scents of warm cinnamon wafts up, and begins to siege with vanilla.

Scents of fresh berries raid the other flavors.

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Listening to the crunching tunes of the knife and fork slicing through the crispy waffle is like footsteps on gravel.

Scoop the fork down like a Black Hawk helicopter extracting its operative.

Objective: Achieve a precise and delightful bouquet of each incredible edible on the fork.

Waffle- check

Blueberry- check

Strawberry -check

Banana- check

Whip cream- check check

Direct the scrumptious bite in front of my waiting lips.

Part lips, wet from salivating.

Insert heavy fork into mouth.

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Oh, yes, this heavenly breakfast treat melting in my mouth is worth killing the calorie intake. Goddamn, these are some good bites.

Hooyah!