Finding a recipe that works for me when a baking urge hits is a plus. The urge for something hit, a craving, a want, something that just coulnd’t be foud in Retro-Man’s stash of safe for a million years goodies.
What to do. What to do. A freezer full of freshly frozen peaches. A sudden want for summer to hit my mouth and put a smile on it.
Out the peaches trotted, thawing, I went about my day and wondered what I’d do with them. Syrup for pancakes? No. Not quite what the craving is crying for.
A pie? No.  Never been a big peach pie fan. Sadness.
A cobbler. A warm, oozing sweetness and summer cobbler that will curl my toes with the first bite.
Did I want my cookbook recipes? The books fallen and disorganized, neglected by me for too long, or did I want something new?
And I landed here. A place I don’t always head towards for a recipe. Mainly because I never have what they call for and that puts a crimp in my frustrated cooking creativity.
Peach Cobbler
by Paula Deen
Ingredients
- 4 cups peeled, sliced peaches
- 2 cups sugar, divided
- 1/2 cup water
- 8 tablespoons butter
- 1 1/2 cups self-rising flour
- 1 1/2 cups milk
- Ground cinnamon, optional
Directions
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
Combine the peaches, 1 cup sugar, and water in a saucepan and mix well. Bring to a boil and simmer for 10 minutes. Remove from the heat.
Put the butter in a 3-quart baking dish and place in oven to melt.
Mix remaining 1 cup sugar, flour, and milk slowly to prevent clumping. Pour mixture over melted butter. Do not stir. Spoon fruit on top, gently pouring in syrup. Sprinkle top with ground cinnamon, if using. Batter will rise to top during baking. Bake for 30 to 45 minutes.
To serve, scoop onto a plate and serve with your choice of whipped cream or vanilla ice cream.
Surprisingly, I had all that. Well, well. How’d that happen?
Truthfully, I didn’t measure. I tossed some butter, melted it, measured the flour, the sugar (except in the peaches begging for my attention), the water and the milk. I didn’t add the cinnamon because I got sidetracked by the Alien Love Child.
Then I paced while it baked going a wee bit crazy with the aroma floating through a warm house.
Mighty fine warm and equally tasty lightly chilled.
Now if I just had some fresh whipped cream.
