Mulberry Cobbler

Neither M nor I get overly excited about mulberries. However, while they are rather nondescript and bland, they are also free, and so M has used the fruit from the trees to make jam and other delights.

Last week she made a mulberry cobbler for us, for a bedtime snack.

“We can eat half of it tonight, and the other half tomorrow morning,” she said.

That sounded quite reasonable to both of us, but when we found only one quarter of it remaining, I suggested, “Let’s just eat it all now.”

“Okay,” she said.

It was a fine idea, I suppose, except that with just an eensy-weensy bit of the cobbler left, I realized that I just couldn’t take any more.

It made a fine breakfast appetizer the next morning.