Dessert

There is a warm, buttery raspberry-peach cobbler on my stovetop right now. I had some peaches, so I told Anne we would make a "peach cake". She talked about it all day, and we even had to break into Oma's house to get the cookbook with the right recipe in it. I finally told her "It is a peach cake, but it is called peach cobbler" With her normal sense of understanding, she nodded and took it in. Later she asked "Are we gonna make the peach college?"

Yes, yes we are. And I'm glad "college" was in your vocabulary before "cobbler"