Class is NOT dismissed yet, you guys.
One more completely gluttonous thing before you move on… I thought I told you to bring elastic waistband pants. I swore I put it on the syllabus.
Anyway. Here is the reason I made the bacon jam in the first place:
I had a sandwich once, you see. I never forgot it, many moons later, and I loved it so. It was a chicken and waffles sandwich from Yosh’s, which all of you Renoites must–simply must–check out if you haven’t already. Thank baby Jesus that this was a special and not a regular menu item, because otherwise, I legit might be dead or on my third heart transplant or whatever.
Let’s just say it made an impression. Perfectly crispy, breaded chicken, between two delicious, pillowy waffles, plus a healthy dose of maple syrup and jalapeno/bacon jam. Or it might have been chipotle/bacon jam. I’m not sure, to be perfectly honest, but it was out of this world, all wrapped up to go in foil and consumed after a long workday on my couch. At least a year ago. From my belly, it crawled up into my brain and would not leave–until I made it myself. So here we are.
