It wasn't always so. I can remember as a kid growing up lapping up aunt Martha's and aunt Elvira's "Gone to glory ! Peach Cobbler. I'm drooling as I type. No word of a lie, it was heavenly.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Love, love, love......Peaches!
Love, love, love........ I love peaches, but...they go through me like U.S.Grant went through Richmond ! Safe to say that while I truly love peaches, they do not love me......else they'd stay a while.
It wasn't always so. I can remember as a kid growing up lapping up aunt Martha's and aunt Elvira's "Gone to glory ! Peach Cobbler. I'm drooling as I type. No word of a lie, it was heavenly.
That was long ago and far away. The crust, I recall, was light, flaky......buttery. The whipped cream was hushed by the goodness of the peaches and the tasty, thick juice that they rested in. Yes, I often hurt myself but no more. The price of my indulgence would be more than I care to pay.
It wasn't always so. I can remember as a kid growing up lapping up aunt Martha's and aunt Elvira's "Gone to glory ! Peach Cobbler. I'm drooling as I type. No word of a lie, it was heavenly.
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