When I was about 7, my family took a vacation in Colorado and stayed at a condo-type place where we cooked our own meals. One morning, my mom went to make some frozen waffles and discovered we had no syrup. Her improvisation resulted in one of my favorite childhood sandwiches, what we called peanut butter and jelly waffles.
I wasn't a huge fan of PB&Js growing up — turns out, I had a slow-building peanut allergy — but the way those two spreads melt into the little squares of hot waffle is absolutely divine. I still make these, albeit with almond butter, but they aren't as good as mom's. I'm of the belief that our favorite, most cherished, and tastiest sandwiches are tied to nostalgia, so tell me: what's your best childhood sandwich memory?
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