Just as I got to Crossfit last night, it shuttered closed. Fekking Hurricane Sandy. Apparently, just as they had pumped out their basement, still steady with power, someone had misdirected their basement water, and it pumped directly into their basement. That’s a bitch, right?
But they have their building, and I have my home, unlike 111 homes in Breezy Point, Queens that were burned to ash. Hundreds of homes throughout the 5 boroughs, thousands of homes in NJ, and thousands more on Long Island, are ruined. Their memories are gone, awash in mud and sewage and the angry remains of a storm that too many people decided to try to ignore and ride out. Working class, middle class, one-percenters; all were affected. I understand that the wealthier of the homeowners are a LOT better off than people with fewer resources at their disposal, but replacing memories? Impossible. Memories aren’t a currency, and they aren’t covered by flood insurance. My heart breaks for everyone.
Last night, I was running the streets of Brooklyn with the Viking, late at night, just to blow off some of my excess energy. Parts of Brooklyn look like a war zone. When we crested the hill where we normally pause to look at the NYC skyline, we found darkness. The normally shining and brilliant skyline of Manhattan was pitch dark, crowned only by a fog, and the light of the Empire State Building. Behind us, where you can see a decent chunk of the rest of Brooklyn, we gazed upon smoke, the lights of fire engines, and eerie, utter stillness. The one, bright beacon being that of a volunteer center, where literally dozens of people were still working around the clock to help their neighbors and their fellow Brooklynites come back from this tragedy. Set to aid them through their drudgery through the muck and mire, and mazes of paperwork needed to secure much needed funding from FEMA and the like.
However much this storm has damaged, the one thing it’s claws couldn’t manage to vitiate was NY’s indomitable spirit. This city just keeps taking the proverbial “licking” and it does, in fact, keep ticking.
I love you NYC. There will never be another like you, and you will always stand strong, the plangent thrum of your life force constant; a reverberating echo on our souls.
In an effort to get back to some sort of normalcy, I made a recipe for you! In the beautiful sunlight Mother Nature graced upon us this morning, I took pictures!!!
Last night, I stopped by my local grocery store, and inside, BAM! Christmas had spewed forth, drowning out the ghouls and goblins of Halloween. What comes with Christmas? EGGNOG, BITCHES!!! Knowing I was going to make waffles for brekkie, I thought, “why not eggnog waffles?” It was kinda genius, not gonna lie. I also wanted some whole grain in the waffles, but feared whole wheat would overpower the flavor of the eggnog, which just wouldn’t do, so instead, I made oatmeal and all-purpose flour waffles. Yeah, I know, you can send wine in the stead of thank you notes to my sheer genius.
These are pretty healthy, but I will not disparage you if you wish to slather the hell out of these with some butter and syrup. Mostly because butter and syrup are G-d’s gift to those little waffle divots.
Eggnog Oatmeal Waffles
Eggnog Oatmeal Waffles
Prep Time: 5 minutes
Cook Time: 15 minutes
Keywords: bake bread breakfast dessert vegetarian
Ingredients (5 belgian waffles)
- 1 1/2 cup AP flour
- 1 cup quick oats
- 1 1/2 tsp baking powder
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 2 cups low fat or regular eggnog
- 6 TBSP egg whites or 2 egg whites
- fresh grated nutmeg to taste
- 1 tbsp vanilla
preheat waffle iron
stir dry ingredients together
stir in wet
pour onto greased waffle iron