On Tuesday I heard on the radio that it was National Peach Cobbler Day.
I literally did a Uturn and drove straight to the store to get canned peaches (CA peaches are not as good as GA peaches, even in the summer!) And despite our crazy full day I made time to bake a peach cobbler. Of course no one really like it but me. And I ate almost the whole thing. But it took me back to my roots. Wednesday night church dinners. College BBQs. Summers at the lake. Yum. I thought of my family friend, Mr. Bob who indulges in pound cake for breakfast. I reasoned that he would tell me to eat cobbler for brfast. And I did:)
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