{this moment}

A Friday ritual: a single photo, unaccompanied by explanation, which captures “a simple, special, extraordinary moment…I want to pause, savor and remember.” ~SouleMama

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Rainy (read: Any) Day Cobbler

Ooo, it’s been a while – I have several posts in various stages of rumination and completion, but thought I’d get a quickie together to ease back into posting more frequently. Tackling our move (mid-move, really), leaving our home of several years, or a variety of other major life changes and topics are just too daunting currently (shh…WV could wake up at any moment).

So I give you my favorite way to avoid important things: cooking. This recipe has been thoroughly vetted and tested with a variety of fruits by yours truly, via The Pioneer Woman. She has a lot to say about cobbler and the different forms it can take. This one is more gooey-cakey, almost like the plum cake my mom makes (link to recipe soon, if she divulges it, of course). Original blackberry cobbler recipe here. My take, with any fruit below, or here. I’d have a picture, but we ate the last one too fast.

Ingredients:

1 Stick Butter
1 Cup White Sugar
1 Cup Self-Rising Flour
1 Cup Milk
2 Cups Fruit, sliced (keep berries whole)
1/4 Cup Turbinado Sugar, for sprinkling on top

Preparation Instructions:

Melt the butter. Combine flour and white sugar, then add milk, whisking well. Add butter and combine completely. Butter a baking pan – I’ve liked using a 9X7 dish (slightly larger than a bread loaf pan, but smaller than a brownie pan) which makes the cobbler thicker, yum. Pour the batter into the dish. Cut up your fruit – I’ve used a mixture of blackberries, blueberries, strawberries, pears, and peaches (the last two should be skinned). Add the fruit over the top of the batter and poke it down a little bit. Sprinkle with turbinado sugar (or white if you prefer) and bake for about 1 hour 45 mins (each time I’ve made this [2 different ovens, even], it’s taken almost twice as long as the original recipe, probably because I’m using a smaller dish), or until golden brown and bubbly. I think it would be tasty with vanilla icecream!

It seems there is a strong correlation with moving and baking sweets in our family. I’d like to blame it on us just trying to use up all of our ingredients in an attempt to not have to move them again…but…a batch of banana muffins, 3 cobblers and 3 batches of chocolate white chocolate chip cookies later?!?

Hope you’re having a good week!

{this moment}

A Friday ritual: a single photo, unaccompanied by explanation, which captures “a simple, special, extraordinary moment…I want to pause, savor and remember.” ~SouleMama

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Birth Day Flowers

P1060711 I had been trying to decide what the perfect activity would be for our family on WV’s birthday. I thought I’d like to take flowers to the hospital for other mothers whose babies were born on that day. But on the 22nd, we were occupied to the hilt with packing up the house, dealing with a variety of setbacks and speedbumps, and my parents were in town, so his birthday passed without time to do that. I kept the idea on the back burner. We’ll be leaving our garden behind, and I want to make as much use of it as possible before we go, so on Monday I cut almost all our zinnias and a ton of mint. Sidenote: never plant mint in your garden. I made 10 flower arrangements, using up glass jars I’d saved. Win-win-win. WV loved smelling the mint and “re-arranging,” i.e. pulling zinnias back out of the jars. Then on a trip into town, WV and I dropped off the box load of flowers at the nurses station at the maternity unit to give to all the new moms.

P1060712 I’m not sure what I expected when I got to the maternity unit – I’m not a fan of hospitals in general. It reminded me that I need to finish WV’s birth story. I hope the women who got the fleurs – some of whom may have had a rough night or day – saw them as a symbol of hope and love and a spot of color in the bleak taupe palate of the hospital. For me it was celebratory, in honor of my fantastic one-year old’s birthday. On the way out WV and I checked out the sprinklers (fun, fun) and skipped back to the car. I felt lighter.