I remember growing up at home mom would, at times, surprise us with a warm peach cobbler for dessert. I must say I wasn’t much help to her when she was cooking because I always preferred to be outside with my dad, down at the barn or possibly in the hayfield, depending on the time of year.
It was always such a joy though when you walk into the front door and smell the fresh peach cobbler in the oven.
Yum, really good memories. I should tell you that my mom is a real southern cook. Read more