Ate alone at TFC. Veggie day -- corn (canned), green beans (canned) and mashed potatoes (one prays not from a can). And apple cobbler.
With every bite of good cobbler, one should be prompted to ask: "How many sticks of butter died for this dessert?" Dairy must be present, butter must drip from every loving spoonful. TFC cobbler is light, not quite so buttery. Subtle, perhaps? Not a Zen moment, nothing like the nearly impossible hint of lemon one strains to find in lemon bars, usually with no success, but it does make you work.
I'm starting to believe desserts are what TFC does best.
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