As a kid, I ate a lot of cobblers in the summers when visiting my grandparents. We’d spend days picking ripe fruit from the bushes that grew wild in the hills surrounding their home, and bring it home for Grandma to make into cobbler. I think it was my grandma’s go-to dessert because on a warm day, it’s simply easier and quicker to make than pie—no chilling the pastry!
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Author: Cindy Rahe