I have fond memories of some Friday night dinners that consisted of waffles, golden syrup and icecream. Now I think about it, until recently I had only ever eaten my mother's waffles. My sister and I used to argue about who would get the waffle iron. Every time she visits she would try to take it, mum would not let her, even though she had not cooked them in years.

Don't think I can pick, they all have their place.