Step away from the blackberry cobbler!
Yes, it's blackberry season in the mid-atlantic region, and the same biscuit recipe I use for strawberry shortcake, offered up earlier, is also my recipe for cobbler topping. Less than a week ago, the Jellybean commented at the table, "I wish we knew how to make blackberry cobbler." "Pardon me, I replied, nettled, "I am perfectly capable of making a blackberry cobbler." And so I did. And she was perfectly capable of eating it. And it was perfectly capable of staining her mouth a most alarming shade of blue, and you should have seen the bathroom sink when she was done brushing her teeth.
No other especially interesting news to report. I'm in transition from one drug to another, so there's good odds I will no longer awake in the night with the surface of my skin aflame, which--though diverting in its way--was not especially conducive to perfect repose. My classes started today, and though I launched the day just dripping with Atti-tyood, I'll say that this semester, if my mental state carries me through, should yield less ennui than my past experiences.
Such is life chez Jilbur. *yawn* Anyone heard any good jokes lately?