Texas-Style Fruit Cobbler

Not a lot of words today…  just a bunch of pictures. Pictures telling the story of a fruity cobbler, done up Texas-style.

Texas-style cobblers involve a thick, buttery batter that goes below the fruit. As the cobbler bakes, the batter rises and surrounds the fruit - fluffy pillows of butter batter. Sweet dreams lil’ fruit.

And in terms of the fruit, if you want to go true, traditional Texas-style, you’ll use peach. I went with these adorable little lemon plums that I found at my market – I spied them and just knew I had to make them mine. The Produce Man told me that they come from Chile, but they look so much like little Hobbit hats to me that I think they came from the Shire. Either way, they are plump, tart and absolutely begging to move in to Cobblertown. STAT.

Do you see the direction this is going?

Do you see how simple this is?

And how deliciously things are going to turn out?

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Chuckwagon Apple Fritters

I’ve been thinking about the Good Humor truck a lot lately. Like, a lot. This happens to me almost every summer.

I get super hot.
The sweating starts.
The farmer’s tan shows up.
The sweating continues.
And I think about ice cream like it’s my job.

Every summer when I was a kid, we would spend our days at the local pool. My brother and sister were champion swimmers and they were rocking the butterfly and breaststroke on the neighborhood swim team.

I was a champion eater. Which meant that I was super good at floating. So I was allowed to tag along on pool days. Score!

Around 11:19 a.m., I’d start to get excited. At 12:31 p.m. I was pretty pumped. And by 1:03 p.m., I was straight up freaking out.

Waiting. Stressing. Counting and recounting my coins. Crying a little.

And then, in the far-off distance, I heard it…

Diddly ding da ding da ding ding-a-ling a ding dongggggggggggggg

(Whatever. That’s totally the song.)

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