The guy was like  “try this, trust me~” &…

It’s a fruit tart… that tastes like my grandmother’s peach cobbler. Like… from her trees peach cobbler.

A “Me messing up for the entirety of my life trying to make solo except like once or twice in miami…because she didnt write down the recipe and was an end of Aug  Virgo[ think the whip of “remember it , grrr~!”]” peach cobbler.

I I thought it was because they were her peaches and  she’d preserved them and it was the ONE time her usually restrained, gruff love for me was alllll over the place. So of course…being the kinda Virgo iiii was(& am)…used to force her to make it allatime, utilizing Jedi mind grips that only work between virgoan grandkids and grandmas.

{Very ‘Dooooo Eeeet~ or demented madness will ensue’ level mess}

…dude said a local french bakery just started making and offering it. & I not once thought to look twds french cuisine to  unpack what I could blindly do With her  when we’d make it.

Just like…or better.