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?
I like going to Church on Sunday. It just seems to make the rest of the week go better, as well as reminding me where my priorities ought to be.
But for the last two months, my Church attendance has been sporadic. Some Sundays, it's the severe weather that keeps me home. Other weeks, it's a coughing cold. Last Sunday, I was out of town.
I've had three colds this winter, which isn't unusual. Most winters I'll have two or three colds. This year, though, the coughing of one cold barely starts to let up before I start sneezing with a new one. Mighty peculiar. And frustrating.
I'm sure this third time will be the charm, especially since March is drawing nigh.
I could go to Church with this mild cold I have today, but a big proportion of the members are elderly. I don't want to be the one who infects them with a germ that could lead to pneumonia in a person ninety years old. Yes, I said ninety. I'm sixty-two, and I'm one of the younger attendees there.
I've baked a Texas sheet cake (recipe from Ree). I have roast to cook and taters to mash. If I can borrow a tiny bit of sugar from my daughter, I'll make yeast rolls... and hope somebody shows up to help us eat the stuff.
