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Game Changer Peach Cobbler

August 28, 2015 Leave a Comment

When it comes to peaches, I am a cobbler girl all the way.

Sure, I like peach pie, and I would never turn down a crumble or crisp. I also love peaches sliced over my morning yogurt, eaten straight out of hand, baked into bar cookies with a shortbread crust or turned into preserves and spread on hot biscuits.

But, in my book, nothing beats peach cobbler.

The thing about cobbler is that there’s no one definition for it. We Southerners can get pretty passionate about cobbler, but even in the same general region (or, for that matter, even in the same family) two people can have vastly different ideas of just what constitutes this homey dessert.

My dad is a big fan of cobbler made with pie crust, similar to a deep-dish pie, with the possible addition of little scraps of dough tucked into the filling, so that they will bake up like almost dumplings.

Meanwhile, I was always adamant that the best cobblers were topped not with pie dough, but with barely-sweet buttermilk biscuits.

This summer my allegiance shifted. …

Mini Rhubarb Cobblers

April 8, 2015 Leave a Comment

Paul has this idea that we should only eat dessert once a week.

It’s not the most fun idea he’s ever had, but it’s a sensible one and I usually try to play along.

The problem is, that while he is pretty good at sticking to the plan, I am miserable at it. Let’s just say I’m more committed to the idea in theory than in practice….

Tomato cobbler

August 4, 2014 Leave a Comment

tomatoes for cobbler from https://test.pleasepassthepeas.com

We recently spent a long weekend with some good friends at their family’s condo on Oak Island.

It was only about an hour from here, but it still felt like a real vacation. (Thanks again guys, for inviting us.)

In fact, now that I think of it, it was the first real vacation we’ve taken since E was born over a year ago. We’ve traveled to family weddings and that sort of thing, but never just left town with no particular agenda.

Traveling is definitely different with a baby. Even with no place we had to be, it’s not as though we were exactly freewheeling.

We were up and out of the condo first thing every morning, so as to squeeze in as much beach time as possible before E’s morning nap.

The great thing about going to the beach at 8 a.m. is that we had it all to ourselves. Some mornings we were the only ones out there except for the odd dog walker passing by.

I don’t know what it is about going to the beach (where, let’s be honest, I’m mostly sedentary) but I’m always really ravenous afterwards.

This tomato cobbler is something I made for dinner one night at the condo. Paul calls it “stodgy man food.” It’s just the sort of thing I’m in the mood for after a day at the beach: fresh, uncomplicated and filling….