I was in the mood for some "peachy" dessert this morning and ended up making this cobbler. Now, I really prefer the kind of cobbler my mom and grandma used to make, which was more of a square or oblong pie; you know, with top and bottom pie crust. Unfortunately, that would mean we'd be consuming several tablespoons of shortening with each piece, and we don't need that.
I thought about making peach crisp, but in my experience the crispness doesn't last. It's only "crisp" right after you make it.
So I made this kind of cobbler with the shortcake topping; it'll be wonderful with just a little vanilla ice cream.
Because Cliff gets up at 10 A.M. and leaves at 2:30, it's hard to squeeze in breakfast and dinner; often he'll have just a tiny bit of breakfast to tide him over. But sometimes, when I am planning a more elaborate dinner, he gets dinner almost as soon as he's out of bed. I cooked one of the roasts from our butchered steer overnight in the crock pot (it's unbelievably tender). This always leaves lots of tasty juices with which to make gravy. I peeled some potatoes from the garden, and I will cook some sort of vegetable to go with this.
We'll be eating by 10:30. The worst thing about having dinner for breakfast is that we take our walk after breakfast; we will have some full bellies, walking in the heat of the day. It's really hard to keep up the daily walk when we don't get out there until 11:30 with temperatures already hitting 90 degrees.
I have good news from the garden front:
Although my tomato plants are succumbing to blight, it looks like I'll be able to can a few before they're all gone. There are enough in this picture, I think, for fourteen quarts. Of course some of them have to ripen a bit first.
I also have bad news on the garden front: I found a squash bug on the zucchini plant that is almost ready to produce. I sprayed, but that hasn't helped much in the past. Oh well, I get an "E" for effort, right?
A couple of years ago, my sister-in-law next door more or less permenantly loaned me a Fuminator to use on Sadie, who was a pretty bad shedder. I used it on her regularly for awhile, then got lazy about it and thought, "I may as well put this up for now."
I now have a dog whose shedding makes Sadie look, in retrospect, like an amateur. I need that Furminator.
But I've forgotten where I stored it.
Here's what's strange: I distinctly recall thinking to myself when I moved it from its spot in the kitchen, "Are you sure you'll remember where you're putting this?"
So why can't I remember where I put it?
It's doubly exasperating because it isn't mine to lose, for pete's sake.
I know I didn't throw it away, but I spent over an hour today looking in closets and boxes and in drawers and on shelves. I extended my search to the garage. No luck whatsoever.
In other news, the peaches will soon be ripe. They're already developing a nice blush. I'm afraid that limb that's so loaded with peaches will break; we've already lost two limbs, and those peaches get heavier every day. I've done my spraying this year, so hopefully I won't lose so much of my crops to worms. Last year I was eating peaches on August 1.
