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Flatmate has been eating these Crunchy Oats Breakfast biscuits like there's no tomorrow so when I found this empty packet on the side I thought I could use it. Teamed it up with some fashion envelopes (who knew they existed!)plus some other Communal Hall pieces from the other day and a few stamps & rubber stamp imprints - only ONE piece to go!!! :)

A few years ago I was diagnosed with hypertension, not uncommon for people at my age. But, it was a warning. I careful about what I eat, usually. I should be more careful. I like big gooey breakfasts. Good thing I don't have time for them on weekdays.

We went out to breakfast this morning, to a wonderful waffle house in New Brighton, Pennsylvania. Waffles, INCaffienated serves the best waffles around, and they always use fresh ingredients, and have staff that actually cares about food and how it is cooked and served. This ain't no fast food frozen junk. And the glass of yellow behind my awesome waffle is their own lemon ginger syrup. YUM!

I took some photos with my iPhone and while we were walking around the town I remembered I had a paint chip at home featuring the color "Belgian Waffle." Perfect! We popped into a store where I could get the photos printed right from my phone, and I was able to create a postcard right away. Breakfast is still warming my belly.

New Brighton is one of the many small towns that is slowly coming back. The "Main Street" is charming but still has lots of empty storefronts. I often hear people bemoan the demise of Main Street, USA, but they are often the people who don't actually shop in independent stores. I will always pick the independent over the chain.

Breakfast of Champions is my favorite Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., novel. I found just the book cover at a huge yard sale a few years ago. I bought it with a few old LP covers for $2. I'm glad I have finally found a use for the book cover.

This will go to my sister Pamela in New York City. I think she enjoys Vonnegut, too. I don't know why I don't know for sure. My three sisters and I talk books all the time. Why I have never asked if she likes Vonnegut is quite a mystery to me and I may have to plan a trip to NYC to correct this oversight.

And so on.

Pulled out my watercolors this morning and it felt good! This is going to my friend Carl, who meets me every other week for breakfast.