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When my son was in first grade, we used to spend time at lot of time at the Border's Book Store at our local shopping center. There was a quiet little man who had a cart stand, where he'd sell freshly made Belgian Waffles. He'd take a square of dough and make a fresh, hot "Liege Belgian Waffle" and my son would happily receive it with a hop, skip and a jump. As the mother of an only child, the price was worth the smile on my son's face as he chewed on this special treat. I remember that I was a divorced mom at that time, so affording this treat meant that I wouldn't buy one for myself. My son would give me a bite, and I remember that the waffle had a rich taste of butter, with a hint of vanilla. The caramelized sugar left a chewy…