Did You Just Call Me Breakfast?

I was discussing varying states of cold with a Canadian customs lady on my last trip to Edmonton. I mentioned how I was from the South in America (when you leave the U.S., you realize that saying you're from South America doesn't do it right), and how I tend to put on a jacket when it gets down to maybe fifty degrees. She shook her head with a smile and said, "Jam tart." I have never laughed so much being insulted.