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Written by Paula Sullivan
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Wednesday, 04 August 2004 |
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Grunts, slumps and pan dowdys. No, this isn't an essay on the perils of aging. It's a story about fruit cobblers, the humblest of desserts, in which sweet fruits or berries are baked until bubbling and fragrant under a golden biscuit crust. But good luck finding one on a dessert menu in Portsmouth. |
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