Archive for August, 2012
As Pictured Below: The lazy days of summer
Posted in As Pictured Below, Cats, Photographs, tagged As Pictured Below, cats, photograph, summer, sunlight, winter, Yang on August 30, 2012| 3 Comments »
No need to replace old-fashioned peach cobbler recipe
Posted in Eats, Family, Photographs, tagged cinnamon, cobbler recipe, grandparents, individual cobblers, peach cobbler, peach cobbler in ramekins, peach recipes, peaches, peaches and cinnamon, ramekin desserts, ramekins, Southern Plate, steel cup oats, steel-cut oatmeal, steel-cut oats on August 9, 2012| 1 Comment »
Among this summer’s Lessons Learned: Do not forsake your grandmother’s recipes.
Facing a peach glut a few weeks ago, I decided that it was cobbler time. I’ve always loved peach cobbler, straight out of the oven or the refrigerator, topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream or eaten plain.
Peach cobbler is, quite simply, the dessert of summer.
It’s also the dessert of chaos. Done right, it’s a gooey mess, making it a less-than-friendly offering at the office, and I certainly didn’t need an entire peach cobbler haunting me every night at home.
Ramekins to the rescue.
I LOVE making things in ramekins. They can make individual servings out of almost any recipe.
The plan: Make six individual peach cobblers. Two for me, two for the husband and two for the generous co-worker who shared his peach bounty.
I’m not sure why I thought that my grandmother’s cobbler recipe wasn’t up to the task. It was probably a decision brought on by over-research, since I was originally trying to find a cobbler recipe that gave instructions for ramekins. At any rate, I finally narrowed in on Southern Plate’s recipe for peach cobbler.
It was tasty, but it wasn’t the peach cobbler I was looking for.
Two weeks later, facing another pile of peaches, I didn’t even turn on the computer. I went to my recipe collection and flipped straight to my grandmother’s peach cobbler recipe.
The results: Six individual peach cobblers that tasted like a carefree summer afternoon on my grandparents’ farm.
Nanny’s Peach Cobbler
- 1 quart (4 cups) fresh peaches, chopped
- 1 cup sugar
- 1 cup plus 2 tbsp. flour
- 1/2 cup milk
- 3/4 stick butter
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease six ramekins with butter.
Stir together the peaches, sugar and 2 tbsp. flour. Divide the mixture evenly among ramekins (you can probably stretch it out to eight if you want slightly smaller servings). In a medium mixing bowl, cut 1 cup flour in with butter; stir in milk. Spoon mixture evenly on top of the peach mixture in each ramekin.
Bake for approximately 30 to 35 minutes until the crusts are golden brown.
Note: I like cinnamon with my peaches, so I sprinkled probably 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon in with the peaches. I also sprinkled a dash of cinnamon sugar on top of every cobbler before baking; as you can see in the top photo, this really just resulted in some darker spots on the crust. I’ll probably add an entire teaspoon of cinnamon to the fruit next time.
And the peaches that don’t get turned into cobbler? They get chopped up and stirred into a simmering pot of steel-cut oats with a generous sprinkling of cinnamon and a spoonful of brown sugar. Best oatmeal ever.
Inflamed eye nodules lead to disappointing pirate fashion
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged allergies, eye allergies, husband, inflamed eye nodules, inflamed nodules, steroid drops, Warrior Dash on August 6, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Allergies knocked me out cold last week, inflaming the apparently permanent and usually innocuous nodules on my left eye to the point that I couldn’t even open it without shooting pains and copious watering.
Yeah, it was an awesome drive home from work.
After a long nap and a trip to the eye doctor, I settled in with my steroid drops for a couple of days of not injuring myself further. Meaning almost no computer time and little print reading. Meaning naps. Meaning Arrested Development on Netflix. Meaning surreptitious push-ups when the husband wasn’t looking, because I’m doing the Warrior Dash in October and a girl’s gotta train, eye patch or no eye patch.
And about that eye patch … I don’t look nearly as awesome with an eye patch as I thought I would, although I have to hope that one-eyed push-ups gave me some pirate street (ocean?) cred.




