First day back to school, the house is quiet. Ahhhhhh.
The first half of the day I was on fire. Cleaning up what I knew wouldn’t be messed up until at lease 3pm. I answered calls, returned emails, edited photos. About noon I realized there was no yelling, slamming, tattling, asking, jumping, whining, mud, open doors…wait, where are they? I miss them… a little bit anyway. So what’s a mom to do to welcome home her four kids on the first day of school.
Peach Cobbler of course. The smell of perfectly timed, hot, right out of the oven, fresh peach cobbler. YUM!
So I found a recipe and got busy.
Who doesn’t love a recipe that starts with melting a whole stick of butter?
Put the butter in the dish you are going to bake the cobbler in and put it in the preheated 350 degree oven. It will melt while you do the rest of the steps.
In a sauce pan slice 4 fresh peaches, add 1c. sugar and 1c. water let simmer for ten minutes while stirring a few times.
In a bowl mix 1.5C SELF RISING flour. Okay, I know I’m shouting but it must be self rising flour or it wont work 1.5c sugar and mix together. Then add 1.5c milk. Stir so it isn’t lumpy but don’t over stir it.
Take your butter out of the oven. Pour the batter into the butter but do not stir. Then ladle the peaches into the middle of the batter, again do not stir. Carefully pour the juice from the peaches mixture into the dish.
Sprinkle cinnamon sugar over the top of all of it about a table spoon or two.
Bake at 350 for 30 to 45 minutes. Mine took 40 minutes.
I no sooner had it out of the oven and was taking this photo that the kids came running in the door. I told Mary that she simply could not go to school tomorrow because I missed her too much.
The cobbler was spectacular. The fruit sinks to the bottom and the batter rises up around it forming this amazing crust that is sweet and crispy and warm. With a scoop of vanilla ice cream it is perfect.
Mom rocks once again. Although I think that will fade quickly when I send them upstairs to clean up the mess they left in their attempt to get out the door this morning. Tomorrow beds must be made!
by Sally Roeckell