Yeah, yeah. My bad.
It really was disgusting. I didn’t even dare feed it to the dog. After everyone left, I dished up a cooled portion of the “cobbler” muttering that as ugly and slow as it was, it must be tasty. Ptooey. Only in a cuisine where sticky, sour and slimy are prized attributes, would this cobbler be a winner.
Thank goodness we had plenty of eggs and things to feed everyone. Back up plans are good.
Children need to learn how to deal with failure. So this was a marvelous demonstration.
Breakfast of losers!!
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