Saturday, June 7, 2014

Mulberry Cobbler

One of the reasons I love my neighborhood is because I have such great neighbors!  A day or two ago I talked to one of them as he was walking on his way to pick mulberries from a tree close by.  I told him how I used to do that barefooted when I was little, and how stained the bottom of my feet would be when I finished.  I was preschool age then, so, too short to reach the branches and too young to climb a ladder.  The tree belonged to a neighbor who would shake the mulberries onto a tarp and my older brother and younger sister and I would alternate between placing them in our containers and our mouths.


A few minutes ago my doorbell rang and there stood Wes with warm mulberry cobbler straight from the oven.

It was as if he knew the thought had popped into my head several times to find that tree myself.  And...his grandmother's recipe, no less!  I suppose it goes without saying, it was divine.  Random acts of kindness are the best!  Rest assured I will be paying it forward.

And for those who might question the cut embroidered white napkin....heavens no, I did not use it. I learned at a young age how mulberries stain.  It just seemed like the right nostalgic touch for the picture.  Thanks for the trip back in time, Wes.

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