August 3, 2007
Not only did I stand outside in the blazing hot sun of my backyard picking these blueberries, I then came inside and baked this cobbler thing even thought it was 95 degrees inside my house.
Doesn’t that earn me some good mom points?
Clearly I do not have a career in the making as a food photographer. But it tasted good, or so I am told, and that is all that matters.
Of course I couldn’t eat it. So I made my own gluten free version. Which meh. I have discovered the one thing I hate about gluten free flours is that they are all gritty. So I was eating my own personal little cobbler when I realized that it felt like I had sand in my mouth. And that just ruined it for me. I know, imagine that not liking the feeling of having a mouth full of sand.
Completely unrelated, I still have not unpacked my suitcase.
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