After last week’s indulgent Chess Pie, ‘the cupboard was bare’; or so I thought.
But I was wrong.
Whilst there was no cake,
there was cobbler; a beautiful blueberry one.
And though no bread could be found, there were
biscuits scones; the rustic, girdle kind.
So from no-thing much, I cobbled together more than enough,
and enough is as good as a feast.
Enjoy. We did.
Thanks to Sheryl, from A Hundred Years Ago, for the old-fashioned cobbler recipe, and for reminding me of the versatility of a basic dough.
And who wants to lick the spoon clean?