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| - It all started two weeks ago when I fell asleep rather early on a work night. I usually have pretty vivid dreams, but the most unusual thing about this dream was that it was about food, specifically, peach cobbler. Everywhere I went in this dream there seemed to be an imperative to eat peach cobbler... I jumped from place to place all over the world enjoying the different types of cobbler. Upon awakening I was disappointed that it was just a dream.
Yesterday, Sunday 9/4/16 me and a few friends decided to grab some dinner at Z'Tejas. We frequent this particular establishing because of the fine margarita selection and the delicious dip trio. Upon entering this fine Sunday evening, the board with the specials listed those 5 magical words I had been anticipating for the prior two weeks, "Today's dessert special: Peach cobbler.". Butterflies immediately filled my stomach in anxious excitement for I knew that this was the cobbler I had been waiting for.
The libations of the evening were to be several rounds of Dos Equis lager... The flavor was crisp and the carbonation was satisfactory. It was the perfect beer after a long day in the Arizona heat.
For our appetizer we requested the Tejas trio, which came with 3 professionally sized portions of dip and a basket of tortilla chips. The melted queso, my favorite, was delightful as always. As were the salsa and guacamole, but my mind at this point was only focused on one thing, the peach cobbler at the end of the tunnel.
For my entrée I enjoyed the chicken fajitas. They were well seasoned and sautéed with peppers and onions. The tortillas were nice and warm, and accompanying sides were bountiful. I devoured the fajitas knowing that in a few short minutes the waitress would come by to receive my peach cobbler order.
Upon finishing my guests were prepared to get the check and leave, but I explained to them how important it was that I have this peach cobbler and they understood. After a few short minutes the cobbler came out in a hot skillet similar to my fajitas earlier.
There it was, almost exactly as I had imagined one if the cobblers in my dreams. The perfectly shaped scoop of ice cream majestically topped the perfect display of crumbs and luscious peaches. The waitress asked if we would need more than one spoon but I assures him i would be handling this one on my own. I jubilantly gashed the ice cream with the spoon scooping the the brilliantly yellow peaches up on the way into my mouth. It was everything I was waiting for and more. The crumble was perfect, not too toasty, the right amount of sweet, and the perfect amount of crunch. Each bite was devoured with enthusiasm. The peach danced across my tongue accented by the slightly melted ice cream with the crunchy topping. All in all it may have been the best peach cobbler I have ever experienced. For I think I must retire my desire for peach cobbler going into the future as I have reached the pinnacle of peach cobbler existence.
TLDR:. Peach cobbler was fucking phenomenal.
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