The blackberry cobbler

I’ve mentioned my grandmother’s blackberry cobbler before — it’s calling to me this morning

It’s not just the wonderful deliciousness of it but the feelings and memories it evokes

My grandmother’s cobbler was accompanied by a creamy warm lemon sauce- mostly I enjoyed it by itself
On a clear look back I really have to say it was not my favorite dessert my grandmother made
But one that captures the essence of that sweet time in my life

I’ve never made it myself but have tried to recapture it’s moments through various frozen imposters and some rather good bakery attempts

Maybe if the bees are buzzing just right and the wind catches the allure of the honeysuckle

If uncle Elwin were there chewing on a toothpick while my boys were making that old porch swing creak

And if I could go back and was offered my choice of sweet endings to my dinner- perhaps I’d pick the blackberry cobbler over all the other cakes and pies - and when my grandmother asked about the lemon sauce I’d say oh yes please