I came home from a museum jaunt (nothing else to do in this town, I swear), and there was a mysterious package hanging from my door knob.
Of course, I immediately thought, "Someone's trying to poison me!"
When I worked up enough courage to open it up, there was a plastic cup full of blueberry cobbler. Still warm.
I decided that good cobbler > being poisoned. I ate it. It was delicious. I decided that I was going to thank the mysterious cobbler-donor on the blog.
But then I found out that Mama made it. (Of course - who else would have done it?)
So, THANKS MAMA!