Thanks for the Cobbler, Zoomer

Zoomer phoned Friday afternoon.  Lately, we don't talk or email as often as we once and long did, because we each and both have been especially busied on the homefront.  So this was a nice, long catch-up call, and near the end she mentioned again her blueberry cobbler, which was now out of the oven.  "I think I'll taste this and see how it turned out."  I was treated to the interminable sounds of ruminating and mmms, followed by, "It's really good."  You don't say.

"Well, you better check it again, like every ten minutes or so, to make sure it's not deteriorating before dinnertime."

She said she better let me go now, since the dinner hour was more quickly approaching in flyover country, where I needed to get something slammed lovingly prepared and set onto the table.  "Yeah, I'm about to grill pork chops."

"Hey," she said.  "Remember that time I called, and you had to call me back, because your hands were covered with the meatloaf you were mixing?"

"Oh yeah.  I remember that."

"Well, just hearing that made me want meatloaf, so I had to scurry around and fix meatloaf that evening."

"You gotta be kidding.  Ever since you first mentioned your blueberry cobbler, I've had fleeting thoughts of the blueberries in my freezer, then I had to listen to you eating it, and I'm probably going to have to make a cobbler now."

I chose a combo of blueberries and strawberries.  I should have called Zoomer, whose dinner postdates ours by two hours, and made her listen to me eating it, while she was waiting to bury herself in her own.  In fact, we loved it so much that I made another yesterday.


Thanks, Zoomer.  ºÜº

Grace be to you and peace from God the Father, and from our Lord Jesus Christ, Who gave himself for our sins, that he might deliver us from this present evil world, according to the will of God and our Father: To whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.  ~Galatians 1:3-5