Memorable Family and Memorable Waffles
Growing up in the suburbs of Chicago my family boasted many good cooks. Both my grandmothers were excellent in the kitchen and as far as I could tell as a child neither were jealous of the other. I do have a somewhat negative memory of my Swedish maternal grandmother though, forcing us kids to eat a concoction she called Prune Whip. Even today I don’t think I could choke down any more of that.