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Aunt Grace's Peach Cobbler

Around the corner and half a block away, the flavor would grab me, tie me up to some irresistible force, then drag my nose to the source of its home. The aroma that wafted in the air and up my whiffer was sweet and warm - rich with orchards of deliciousness and cascading with the buttery peachy-ness of what was to come. It knocked all other thoughts out of my realm and led me down a path of complete submission - surrendering like the energy of cold water on a hot skillet. With each step bringing me closer, my musing would swirl with the anticipation of that first ultra-luscious, gratifying juicy bite - the one that ever so longingly and lovingly would delightfully roll around on every palate of my watering mouth and lingering tongue only to succumb to gulping down the first chunk. From the flour and water and salt Her timeworn hands kneaded magic A mystical mixture of love and fruit to concoct- A pinch of this and that, nothing formally systematic. This masterpiece was an untold legend that "rocked" The socks off anyone and even rival the "Titanic"! Her ritual was simple and deep rooted As uncomplicated as a baby's grin. "Easy as Pie" she mooted And laughed while she hummed all the while. Layering the rich sheets of goodness in a pan From pie dough to peaches to butter and sugar There was nothing in this world so simple or better than My Aunt Grace's Peach Cobbler!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 8/4/2019 6:02:00 AM
Fantastic! What a piece this is! The opening lines pulled me drooling into the poem... Nostalgia for the generation that could say such a thing as "easy as pie"! Congratulations!
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Lonna Blodgett
Date: 8/5/2019 10:29:00 PM
Its a true story............and yes I am reliving it.
Date: 8/3/2019 1:30:00 PM
I am lickin' my lips. Congrats on your win, Lonna.
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Lonna Blodgett
Date: 8/5/2019 10:32:00 PM
It was on of my very favorite things in my childhood. Thanks for the appreciation Line!
Date: 8/3/2019 12:09:00 PM
Congratulations on your win! This poem is so remarkable and filled with delightful layering! I loved my mom's peach cobbler. :)
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Lonna Blodgett
Date: 8/3/2019 12:25:00 PM
Much appreciation Chantelle. Wish I could have some right now!
Date: 8/3/2019 11:50:00 AM
Congrats on your winning poem!
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Lonna Blodgett
Date: 8/3/2019 12:24:00 PM
Thank you Jeanne - it was a fun write! Lonna
Date: 7/19/2019 10:22:00 AM
It has to be good...would love to taste it...Nice one...
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Lonna Blodgett
Date: 7/20/2019 12:35:00 PM
Thank you Arturo. I would love to have that opportunity again as well! Lonna
Date: 7/19/2019 7:25:00 AM
This poem is so good that it flows off the tongue like syrup, leaving a sweet nostalgic after taste....delicious! Emile.
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Lonna Blodgett
Date: 7/19/2019 1:21:00 PM
Thank you so very much for your direction and input....but even more for your appreciation and enjoyment. Grateful to you Emile. Lonna
Date: 7/19/2019 1:11:00 AM
I have not had peach color for at least a decade, yet my mouth watered when I read this. Well done! I would have typed this one prose or narrative. Both could have worked. You might enjoy looking them up. The types are alphabetical across the top of this page
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Lonna Blodgett
Date: 7/19/2019 1:19:00 PM
Where can I send you some Peach Cobbler?? Thanks Caren for being so caring. Glad you enjoyed. Lonna
Date: 7/18/2019 11:36:00 PM
Lonna, Bless all of the Aunt Grace's, with their smiles and laughter...and humming. I remember my Aunt Gracie's laugh and hope I always will. -Richard
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Date: 7/18/2019 9:45:00 PM
What a delicious poem, Lonna. Totally charming.
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Lonna Blodgett
Date: 7/18/2019 10:07:00 PM
My Aunt Grace lived to be 102. She cooked and baked up to her death, and always told those she loved that it was what kept her alive...thank you for your kind comment.