Craving: Apple Cobbler
Growing up in a non-white household, I didn’t have the luxury of a beautiful Apple Cobbler being readied up every other week (sorry for the stereotype). The only time I got to indulge in one of these was when I happened to be at a friend’s house and their mother/grandmother just whipped one up, or it was “that week” at Souplantation. Regardless, I’m craving some right now. (Thx Becky’s Creations)
