Ya Don’t Say

Published March 6, 2015 by lynn k scott

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!


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