Back in October, I was about half-way through some college courses I was taking. I would come home from work, drop my daughter off, grab a cup of coffee and head to class. I waited to eat until I came home. There just wasn’t any time to eat before then.
One night, I grabbed some waffles and started heating them up. Just my luck to be out of maple syrup. I starting looking through my canning stash. I had several jars of preserves. Of course, I pick the unlabeled jar. I open up the 4-oz. jar and start spreading the jam over the waffles. I couldn’t for the life of me remember what flavor it was.
As I’m pondering what jam I was using, I said aloud (to myself), “I don’t know what this is”. My precocious child peers around me, looks at the plate, then at me and says, “It’s waffles”. I respond with, “ya don’t say”. I realize I’m getting up there in age, but I think I still remember what waffles look like. This child of mine truly cracks me up.
It turns out, the jam was plum preserves. They were fabulous on the waffles; highly recommend it!