Yesterday I posted a photo of my lunch on Instagram. Not earth shattering, I’ll admit. Millions of people do it every day. I’m not so special. Nope.
What is kind of interesting, though, is the discussion that ensued. I call this a Jaffle. It’s just what I call it. Other people call it that too. I am sure of it.
I haven’t always called it a jaffle though. Controversial, right?! Like changing football teams. As a kid, our family called these ‘snackels’. I think this is a made up name hatched by my older brother or Dad. We often made up names for things. It made us feel like we had our own special, impenetrable family club. I am pretty sure the ‘snackel’ moniker was a result of that gang mentality. (Our gang sign was probably the one where you make your fist into the shape of a cat.)
Later in life, I switched to jaffle. It was a sort of toasty coming of age thing, I think.
On Instagram, people disagreed with my jaffle. Well. That’s being a bit melodramatic (as bloggers often are!) The jaffle deny-ers offered up other names for my lunch. Breville. Toastie. Snackwidge. Hm. Those are definitely EASIER names – because autocorrect insists on changing ‘jaffle’ to ‘waffle’ – every single time I type it. But that’s not what I call my lunch. I call it a JAFFLE. And then I eat it. So simple, no?
It didn’t stop there either. The Carb-Touting Louts of Instagram* had even more advice**. What goes IN the jaffle was a whole other can of worms. My lunch had leftover chicken cacciatore and mashed potato in it (with a side of sriracha.) People were not backwards in coming forwards about what might be a good alternative. Cheese. Beef. Egg. Etc.
My JAFFLE actually had CHICKEN CACCIATORE and MASHED POTATO in it. That’s just the way I roll. Last night’s leftovers = today’s lunch. Fancy Frugal is my MC name.
What do you call this?
What goes in it?
*Not an actual Instagram sub-culture
**Trigger warning: exaggeration