We were walking down the baking aisle at Wal-Mart today when we passed a section with a cobbler mix. That’s when Angie asked the question that made the rest of us say, “What?!?!”

“Mommy, what’s cobbler?”

Seriously? I mean, I know that there are many things Southern that I’m not that great at, having spent most of my growing up years outside the south. But cobbler? Have I really complete deprived my child of cobbler?

Naturally, I was compelled to remedy that problem today. We simply could not let such a thing go. I just had to make a cobbler.

After enjoying a nice, warm apple cobbler topped with still-frozen Cool Whip, I asked Angie, “So, now do you know what cobbler is?”

“Yep! It’s yummy stuff!”

Problem solved.


Ooohhhh, now I want a blackberry cobbler!

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