I absolutely LOVE peach cobbler.
I LOVE the way it tastes, the way it smells, how it reminds me of Fourth of Julys spent with my family, and, most of all, all of the love that goes into making it.
I had high hopes of baking my very own peach cobbler this past 4th of July to share with my husband, of course. Unexpectedly, I met my fate with the illness bug all over the Independence Holiday. Fortunately for me, I can make cobblers, or anything for that matter, most anytime. Anytime, this time, was last weekend when I decided to take the leap in honor of my father-in-law's birthday.
On Wednesday afternoon during lunch, I ventured downstairs from my office building to the downtown farmers' market to claim a crate of oversized peaches. Since the peaches were not quite ripe by Thursday evening, I took the farmer's advice and placed all of the peaches into a brown paper bag to expedite the ripening process. I was excited to find a bag of juicy peaches when I arrived home Friday afternoon. Since the recipe for one cobbler only called for a total of two cups of peaches, I quickly realized that this bag of peaches could produce much more than one cobbler. How exciting!
When I pondered what to do with another cobbler, I immediately thought of my husband and his co-workers who had spent the entire week working endless hours to prepare for the upcoming week's conference. I started peeling right away and luckily finished both of the cobblers in time to deliver the first to his office along with a half gallon of vanilla ice cream to help power the team through Friday afternoon. The second I delivered as an unconventional birthday dessert later Friday evening while visiting my in-laws. Fortunately for me, after a celebratory dinner out I was able to enjoy the savory goodness of cobbler that I had look forward to so much.