Sweet Dreams

We were nearing the end of our r of birthday meals and had to decide which direction to go in next. We would debate at our next supper whether we might cook our way through a famous cook book or a box of handwritten recipe cards from a rummage sale. I'd be eager for my turn to host that was for certain, to clear the counters and pass around the aprons. But my favorite was a sanker, which turned out to just be a cobbler,. by any name, taste sweet.