The age-old question must be answered. This is a very simple question. Which do you prefer, waffles or pancakes? I am a morning person, which means I love breakfast and everything about it. I love eating cereal, eggs, ham, bacon, yogurt and fruit, but when it comes to waffles or pancakes, I am not sure which I prefer sometimes.

My best friends and I cannot be better friends simply because we cannot agree on the biggest dilemma of them all. One day over the summer, we decided to go onto and surveyed everyone to find out if they prefer waffles or pancakes. One rule of quick advice: go on that website during the day, it’s simply safer for your viewing. After around four hours of polling strangers, we came across a pretty even battle. It was like flipping a coin; you have the same chances every time. There are simple reasons why people like one or the other – sometimes the taste, sometimes it is easier to spread the butter or sometimes the pool of syrup or other fruit fits just perfect in those little pockets of the waffle. No matter what it is, people have a simple reason that forces them to choose one over the other.

We had to get more creative with this. We came up with a few other possible scenarios.

  • Best pancakes you’ve ever eaten VS. best waffles you’ve ever eaten
  • Frozen waffles VS. frozen pancakes
  • Mother-made waffles VS. Mother-made pancakes
  • Gross waffles VS gross pancakes
  • Which one taste better at dinner?
  • Why isn’t French toast in this poll?
  • Why can’t I make two waffles with a pancake in the middle?
  • Well… why wouldn’t you make two pancakes with a waffle in the middle?

The list goes on, so much that you eventually get back to the same question, waffles or pancakes? I have to know everyone’s opinion on this important matter. Sometimes I can’t go to sleep simply because I can’t believe how even sided it is! There has to be a definitive one-sided winner.

Let me know what you prefer. Overall, I prefer pancakes.

This summer I needed a job because you can’t live off $100 for 4 months, I made it through one month though and then I decided to get a job.  I took the first job offered which was landscaping.  My friend John got the job 5 days before I did and he recruited me because they still needed help.

First day on the job, my boss doesn’t even tell me his name or any of the ground rules, John just told me $9 an hour and we work 8-10 hours a day.  We go to a house worth 6.8 million dollars on my first day and the home owner owns part of the Yankees and he didn’t appreciate our work.  I mean come on, when you own the Yankees, that doesn’t mean you can make everyone feel lower than they already do. The work wasn’t mentally hard, but it got physically tiring.  By the end of the first day, I felt more like a man because of all the shovel work I was doing.  I felt stronger and manlier than ever…but I was still tired and whining and the end of the day.

We would work there for a few weeks and move on to other houses.  After around 3 weeks, the Yankees cry baby said we weren’t working fast enough so he said he wasn’t paying my boss which meant my boss didn’t have enough money to pay us.  John and another guy Fred, were then released so everyone could get paid enough.  Of course I didn’t see this as fair but I kept working.

For the next week, I was working by myself for 8 hour days and the only person I would talk to was my boss on the phone when he checked up on me.  It became a very lonely job not only because I was by myself, but I was sore, cranky and by the end of the day I was too tired to see my friends at night.  I would quit 3 days before my boss fired everyone because he didn’t have enough money to pay us.

Working gave me something to do during the day, but it was only worth it for a month simply because I have enough money to last me the rest of the summer.  If you’re a people person and don’t like physical labor 40+ hours a week, I do not recommend landscaping, because it’s worse than poop/mulch.