Life is Uncertain.... Eat Dessert First (and last of course!)

What is one to do when the summer heat blazes (hotter inside your apartment than outside for sure) and the peaches in the kitchen at work at just about gonners? One bakes a peach blueberry cobbler at 375 degrees-just because dessert is so dear, and sometimes, so necessary. The idea was conceived at work at 4:45pm, just in time to adopt the wrinkled peaches (too ripe for eating but as Goldilocks would say, "just right" for baking). I pedaled my Wendy bike (you must be introduced, and soon.) home at 5, and had the oven preheating by 5:11.... mission cobbler. so fruity, so easy, so summer lovin'. The recipe I used is here.


And, just like clockwork at 6 or so, AMC rolls in the door just as the cobbler comes out and the oven turns OFF, aaaahhh. Dessert is set for later... but in the meantime, we scheme up a stroll on the 16th street mall- the pedestrian mall downtown. AMC thinks we are taking a meander to look for a new iphone cover, and that is all. A completely innocent, summer walk....but I have another, more sinister addition in mind- Pinkberry frozen yogurt. I deliberately didn't tell AMC about Pinkberry because sometimes, one just has to experience. Oh! the bright, poppy colors, the happy ice cream man, Jacob behind the counter- so generous with taste tests... I mean, how can one decide easily between mango or watermelon... really. And the toppings, so luxurious!  fresh fruit from tropical to typical, fruity pebbles, cheesecake bites,-praline hazelnut crunch perhaps, liquid- blood orange puree anyone? And just as planned and prayed for- love at first scoop. we have another Pinkberry Groupie- AMC is hooked!! Yes!(fist pump!)

  As a cobbler maker, you really can't feed anyone else cobbler without making sure it is delicious first. I mean, especially at the beginning of summer- you are responsible for setting the tone!
So, the courses went 1. Dessert 2. Dinner 3. Dessert
Two desserts in a three hour time period, sigh....the decadence of being an adult!

Fast forward to the next morning, when someone brought a watermelon to work to share. This is happy. I grab the salt (because that is how my grams taught me to eat watermelon) and Mr. V. Chavez, with all of his New Mexico heritage, busts out....... cayenne pepper. shock. utter shock...... He sprinkles cayenne pepper directly onto the watermelon. And so, I do the same. And I try it. And I like it, ALOT!