Watching the lass eat waffles this morning, I realized she might not actually like the waffles. Rather, she just likes the pool of syrup that the waffles are drowning in along with the butter (or butter substitute) that melts and combines to form slicks in the syrup.
From this perspective, she’s basically performing a rescue operation for each piece of syrup-drizzling waffle she picks up from the plate. Poor thing gets tortured as she deliberates over which part she’ll rescue next, then she hacks away at it with her fork or knife. The syrup slopping over the sides of the plate in the mean time. The Perfect Storm on a breakfast plate.
I wonder, if we made her pour the leftover syrup back into the bottle, would that moderate her syrup usage? Not likely- the Wife or myself would need a wet-dry vac to clean up the syrup off the floor afterwards.