I Don't Waffle.

I pancake.

My plan for spaghetti went nowhere with the wife, who really wanted waffles for dinner. Waffles are a bit of a pain in the ass. Lots of mixing and mashing and beating and blending and the like. So, boxed blueberry pancakes are the order of the evening. Box powder and water- it can't get any easier than that. Throw in some turkey bacon (were I still single, this crap would be in the garbage), and you have dinner.

I mixed up a vodka and Coke to get myself in the mood for the festivities, and here's hoping we'll have dinner magic.