In Search of Cobbler. Will Travel.
Running Thoughts #84
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Question of the Week:
What are you looking for?
I’m searching for a deliciously satisfying blackberry cobbler.
I dream of the warm, sweet blackberry pastry slowly melting the smooth vanilla ice cream, the flavors casually intermingling to their optimal potency. Every bite brings that hot and cold explosion I could savor for days.
Yet, it's impossible to find.
I check the grocery store every week. I've seen peach, apple, and even the occasional blueberry. And, there's always the triple berry pie disaster, but that was a mistake worth making only once.
Blackberry, never. (I will credit my mother-in-law who found it ONCE at the Navy Exchange/Commissary. It's never been back.)
Except, Tiffany and I found a place.
When I voiced my disappointment with another apple cobbler at a delicious farm-to-table restaurant featuring a cobbler of the day (where cobbler roulette was again not in my favor), she immediately recommended a place specifically for their blackberry cobbler.
I immediately pulled out my phone and searched. It was a featured dessert.
I patiently waited the 61 days until our next play and date night in the area.
The main course of Italian was just fine. But, that’s not what we came for. It was dessert time. My server quickly joked they were out of blackberry cobbler. Tiffany eyed me strongly as my hands crawled dangerously toward the candle at the center of the table.
We placed our order and Tiffany's slice of cake arrived quickly.
Several more minutes passed. Still no cobbler. Another server slowly walked over, delivering my dessert and disappointment. There was no ice cream. Seriously, we can’t find VANILLA ice cream?
Sadly, the taste of this cobbler was not strong enough to stand alone.
While this search slowly evolves into a personal quest, the best part has been finding the unintended laughter in the shared journey and its many setbacks with my wife.
It's like taking Cadence to the zoo only for all her attention and intrigue to be focused on the strange two-legged humans all around us. (At least she didn't try to crawl the boardwalk this time.)
My next hope comes next month; I accidentally committed MYSELF to making a blackberry cobbler to accompany Christmas dinner.
At least I know where to find the ice cream.
Brady has made a ton of sacrifices to be the absolute GOAT at his craft:
“I haven’t had a Christmas in 23 years and I haven’t had a Thanksgiving in 23 years. I haven’t celebrated birthdays with people that I care about that are, you know, born from August to late January. And you know, I’m not able to be at funerals and I’m not able to be at weddings.”
How far are you willing to go?
When will it be enough?
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