If you managed to survive Thanksgiving dinner with your elastic
waistband intact, congratulations. And just because you stuffed
yourself silly with turkey and all those trimmings doesn’t mean
that you aren’t popping out of bed these chilly mornings ready for
a hearty breakfast
– which brings me to some tragic news.
If you managed to survive Thanksgiving dinner with your elastic waistband intact, congratulations. And just because you stuffed yourself silly with turkey and all those trimmings doesn’t mean that you aren’t popping out of bed these chilly mornings ready for a hearty breakfast – which brings me to some tragic news.

This just in: perhaps you were hoping those rumors you heard were all a cruel hoax, but alas. Today I am here on a mission of humanitarianism, putting your worst fears to rest. Yes, friends, there is an Eggo Waffle shortage.

Now I hate being the bearer of bad news so soon after Thanksgiving when we, a grateful nation, were appreciating our good fortunes, our abundant blessings, our toaster waffles. And what, exactly, are we supposed to do about breakfast now? Break out our actual waffle irons and – egad – mix up our own batter? I hardly think so. But there they are: our toasters, lying cold and empty on our counter tops, cruel reminders that a day without an Eggo is just another, well … day.

Kellogg’s, the makers of Eggo Waffles, is taking drastic action. With two of their plants closed down they are threatening to – yes – ration our waffles. Do you hear that, South County shoppers? I mean, what’s next? Black Market Eggos? Greedy Eggo hoarders positioning their frozen stockpiles of Eggos on eBay?

But rest assured that Kellogg’s is making this appalling shortage a “top priority.” What’s more, the “Eggo team” (Eggo has a “team?”) is “working around the clock to bring everyone’s favorite waffles back to store shelves as quickly as possible.” Well. I don’t know about you, but I feel A LOT better now.

So what brought about this alarming shortage, you are probably wondering. Because there’s nothing like a stoppage of waffle making to bring a country down. If you, like myself, thought nothing short of a terrorist attack could crush a Kellogg’s waffle manufacturing plant, think again. It was all a matter of a little flood damage. I mean, really, people. What kind of country of wimps are we becoming here? Good thing our forefathers didn’t mind a little water damage. They’d never have made it across the Atlantic with such feeble moral fiber.

So, friends, it looks like we will have to “leggo” of our Eggos for a few months, which means there are going to be an awful lot of broken-hearted waffle eaters out there. But for heaven’s sake, let’s not panic, people. There are still, of course, many ways to combat this Eggo Waffle shortage and find “comfort food” when we need it.

Take for example, movie popcorn. Now there’s some real comfort in a tub if there ever was any. With the approaching holiday season comes the latest blockbuster movies at your local theater, and what better way to enjoy a new release than by bellying-up to the snack bar for your favorite mega barrel of buttered popcorn? Except, um … no.

That’s right; a recent food police buzz kill concludes that you might just as well shoot yourself as consume that staple of the movie theater, popcorn. The madcap funsters at The Center for Science in the Public Interest released a study saying that consuming movie popcorn assures you an imminent engagement with the triple bypass professionals. Even before adorning your popcorn with “butter” – that runny, orange-ish, not-found-in-nature stuff that comes out of the little spigot at the snack counter – your medium-sized movie popcorn at some theaters comes accessorized with more than 1,600 calories and 60 grams of saturated fat.

Now that’s fine providing you intend to share your popcorn with all the moviegoers in your row, which would be a little, well … weird. But this is a major bummer because I don’t know about you, but movies just aren’t the same without a stop at the snack bar for a bit of heart-attack-in-a-tub. Yet you might as well make it easier on yourself and simply consume a couple of sticks of butter. I’m just saying.

So if all this dire news about the foods you love makes you want to curl up in a fetal position, we might just as well throw in the towel and haul out the old Häagen-Dazs, right? Well, no, I don’t think so. Listed as “Extreme Ice Cream” by the CSPI, half a cup of strawberry cheesecake, for example, slams half a day’s saturated fat and a third of a day’s cholesterol into your arteries with nary a look back.

Well. I don’t know about you, but all this food talk has left me with a hunger for something “simply delicioso” for breakfast. Let’s see, what’s it going to be … Aha! I’m going to pull out all the stops and gorge myself on this mouthwatering … celery. See? Tastes just like crunchy green roof shingles. Yum.

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