Rewind to the summer of 1997.
The summer of my sweet 16 was full of many firsts. My first love, long skates on a pair of CCM rollerblades, skinny dips in the hot Ontario summer, and the unforgettable first bite of peach cobbler. Crumbles and pies, I had many, but never the pleasure of a cobbler.
With sun-kissed skin and hair, Kelly and I stumbled into the smell of sweet cake and peaches drifting throughout her home. Our noses carried us up the stairs to where on the table we found a glass dish of golden biscuits baked on top of juicy Niagara peaches.
Charlene may not know that she served me my first piece of heaven, warm and adorned with vanilla ice cream.
Thanks Charlene for all the love you put into everything you made for us girls. I'm certain it's why I can still smell and taste my first bite of Peach cobbler so many summers later.