A common question I get from Family and Friends is “Do you have Rosie’s Cobbler recipe?” and until recently I did not realize that I did have it. I had an old recipe box with pull out note cards and when we moved, about a year and a half ago now, I went through it to find I had some gems and one simply titled “Rosie’s Cobbler”. Rosie was my great grandmother on my Dad’s side and someone I always looked up to growing up. She had a strength about her, was smart, beautiful, witty, but important to me at the time was that she had a sense of humor and was fun to be around. My great Grandparents lived in Escondido, California in a house next to my great Aunt & Uncle on the top of a hill, surrounded by avocado orchards. I absolutely loved going to visit there, usually several families would meet up there at the same time for days long poker games for the adults, while my cousins and I could run around the property exploring and having fun. I have a few memories of sitting at my Great Grandmothers table in her kitchen and each made a lasting impression on me at my young age. I grew up in the 70’s and pre-packaged kids food was not really a thing yet and when Great Grandma told me she had a special treat for me, I could not have been more excited. I watched every step she took in the kitchen intently, it all seemed complicated and fascinating. Finally after all the anticipation she brought me something rolled up that had a dark peach candy color to it. I do not remember what she called it, but it was an apricot roll up, home made. I think she called it fruit leather, but I am not 100% sure. I was pretty young, and that had been the single most special thing made for me up to that point in my life, it was delicious, but more than that, it was magical to me. The next thing she made for me that was so simple, but impressive was a drink. I was over there having lunch and she asked me if I wanted to have some juice, I accepted and what she brought me was fruit juice with a splash of 7up, fantastic. We almost never had soda in our house so this was a real treat for me, I never forgot it and every time I had lunch over there I asked for it. These are the kind of things I hope to pass along to my kids and their kids, not these huge monumental gestures, but these tiny little every day things that make them feel special. I know she made me feel special and with a family our size, that is pretty impressive. Below is the recipe I found on the card labeled “Rosie’s Cobbler”. It appears to be in my Grandmothers handwriting and was smudged in a few places, but I believe it to be accurate, although possible my grandmother skipped a step or note. I made it today, but I cheated and I made an error. I cheated because I used Blueberry pie filling, which already has the sugar, corn starch and citric acid so I did not need to mix anything for the filling. And I messed up because I accidentally poured the butter into the topping rather than making the topping and then pouring the butter over the top. But even with my mistake it turned out delicious. While eating it, I was smiling and wondering how long will people in this family make and eat this and call it “Rosie’s Cobbler”, I hope for many, many generations to come.