You do realize, of course, that now SaraWitch is hunting around for the warning button
on her screen so that she can warn you back.
Mostly they burst, leaving little splotches of red tartness, which helps offset the maple syrup. Usually I find it waffles way sweeter than I’d like. (I cook my waffles to very brown/crispy.)
On reading further: yes, you could chop them ahead of time if you want to be sure not to have any whole/hard ones. My sister mixes her batter in a blender, and just adds the berries for the last few seconds of whirring.
I don’t know how craisins would work, never tried. I know raisins in waffles sort of bloat up with the steam in a way I personally find off-putting.
Maybe nuke then for a few seconds instead?
It’s the only way to be sure. 
Waffles? I came here for an argument!
Pancakes!
Oh I’m sorry, this is abuse. You want the room next door.
She just lost all her [del]marbles[/del]buttons for three days.
Will she rise again after 3 days? It would have been funny if he had suspended her for 3 years. 
I predict we will shortly have a new user join named WarahSitch. This new poster will be the 2nd most premier expert on American law (also an expert on clinical psychology) and will pro-CSA.
If she rises again after 3 days, is she now a vampire too?
It depends what happens after she rises again in three days. If this preeminent “expert on American law” ascends into heaven to sit at the right hand of God I may have to rethink my position on the Confederacy. And Easter.
I notice, too, that it’s always the great Experts who are suspended or banned – those with extraordinary insights on law and on race, or those who blaze daring new trails in our understanding of the nature of the universe without need of math or any knowledge of physics. These unique savants appear to commune directly with the universe, getting their insights by receiving the primordial vibrations in spacetime directly in their brains, with the fillings in their teeth acting as a sort of cosmic antenna.
What are They afraid of, They who silence these sages to keep us in ignorance?
Food drop required in GQ.
Someone needs to introduce her to the apostrophe.
Just wondering if my brother will ever find out??
Should I say anything??
The double question marks are adorable. New joins in GQ are frequently delightful for the ease with which their queries can be answered:
“Yes!!” and “Oh, yes!!”, respectively.
And now in MPSIMS. It’s a moving target keeping up with these ding-a-lings.
The pile of feces in question has been banned, but not cornfielded.
And it’s only Thanksgiving recess. Wait until they let them out for Xmas break.
If I may be permitted to summarize, I believe he has no problem with LGBT people, but simply reserves the right to be disgusted by them, throw them out of his house, or move quickly away if any come near him.
The reason for this is not entirely clear, except that, as cited, they seem to always be trying to kill him. Also, there is the matter of his redneck buddies working the oil rigs in Fort McMurray. They are apparently losing limbs all over the place, but do any transgender types come up to Fort McMurray to protest against the limb-loss problem? No, they do not. Make of that what you will, but it’s a fact.
Then there’s the poignant story of the young construction worker who gave his life for the gay cause. He was building a condo that was apparently exclusively for gays, and fell 50 stories. The moral is stark: if there weren’t any gays, we wouldn’t need gay condos, and the kid would still be alive. The tragedy of it all, related in that post, is that the kid didn’t even get a plack.
It’s not clear to me why gays should have posthumously given the young lad a plack, although the poster’s historical insight is impressive. Perhaps the young lad was Scottish, as a plack (also known as a plock) is of course a small copper coin that was sporadically used in Scotland in the 14th and 15th centuries, considered nearly worthless, having a value of four Scots pennies. Perhaps such an award is some kind of subtly nuanced backhanded compliment. The name comes from the Flemish and later Middle Dutch placke, meaning “small coin”, a coin of such low value that it led to the Middle Dutch connotation of “plack stain” or spot, or, in a more modern connotation, a shit stain. I don’t know about the flying construction worker, but my personal belief is that our dearly departed poster not only deserves a plack himself, but, in the modern connotation, actually is one.
Now *that *is a class take-down. Bravo Good Sir.