No, not that kinda cobbler.
Peach cobbler. After our unsuccessful attempt to procure peaches a couple of weeks ago, Cathy and I again endeavored to acquire peaches this weekend past. Off to Kline, SC, we went. I might post the journey. Or not. Either way, we did score some Pat's Peaches, some of which went into the cobbler at left. A scoop of vanilla icecream on top. Mmmmm.
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Of course, you'll follow this with an extra mile out on the trails, right? :-)
looks great,
Dave, remember Gino the cobbler in Town and Country? He used to fix our baseball gloves for less than a buck. I always thought he was this huge Mr. Clean sized guy, turns out he was like 5'5" and a nice fella, met him at Rock Point. And he gave me some peach cobbler and fixed my golf glove for free!
Yeah, I'm trying to run every day now, Chase. Motivation is tough to come by, but I generally feel better afterwards (still safely in single digits on mileage).
Ange, I do remember Gino the cobbler. We actually have a cobbler in the Boro. The guy that owns the Blarney Stone Pub and Restaurant also owns a shoe repair place. Weird, huh? I guess just don't order the sole...
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