So I have some news for you, friends.
I had my last ever day of school with my first grade friends. This year has been a tough one to say the least with all of our
. I loved teaching and I know I’ll miss it so much, but Micah needs me to be home.
We’re still trying to find a good schedule. I hate bumming around the house all day. I like to stay busy. I really love to cook and I’ve made this cobbler several times already this summer, because everyone needs cobbler when they are adjusting to change. Right?
Also, this cobbler is so good that I feel selfish for not sharing it with you. Food is a special way I think the Lord loves on us. It’s another way to enjoy Him. This cobbler is super special because I remember running to my grandma’s house a few streets over in the summers for this tasty goodness. I’d run through this little short cut through the woods. After I hopped the creek, walked through her neighbors backyard, and turned the corner, I was only a few minutes away from walking into my grandma’s house. And it was okay to eat as much as I wanted because I ran there and ran home.
The sweet smell would hit me right when I walked in the door, and you could find her beautiful white head and pretty smile saying “Come on in, hun,” peering around the column in her kitchen. She would hug me, even though I was sweaty. She would already have the table set. She’d scoop me out some cobbler and put a big ‘ol hunk of ice cream to go on top. And we would chat.
I would sit there and soak up her wisdom. Trying to remember every wrinkle of her beautiful face and the sweet way she talked about Jesus. She lives a state away now, so thankfully she’s just a phone call away. But those mornings of me running to her house are ones I’ll always cherish.
My cobblers will never quite turn out like her’s, but I think they’re pretty close.
Here’s what you need:
Then you want to add a heaping tablespoon of vanilla extract. Then stir in a cup of milk and set to the side.
She’s the cutest.
So after you peel and cut your peaches, you’ll want to spray your 9 inch baking dish with cooking spray. Then just put your peaches in your dish. As I was cutting them, I was thinking if I make them in slices they would be much prettier, but we like little chunks instead. So if you want yours to be pretty, by all means, cut them in slices, sister.
Then you’ll bake it in your oven preheated to 350 for 40-45 minutes. I normally know it’s done when you give it a little shake and it doesn’t jiggle. Wish that could be true of my legs!
You’ll start smelling yummy goodness all throughout your house. A storm popped up while this was cooking in the oven so after it was finished, I scooped us all out a piece and we cuddled up on the couch and enjoyed it together.
Just like me and grandma. I hope you do too, friend!