James was a busy young man at our house during his visit. He learned to cut grass with the riding mower, and to hook up the trailer so he could haul packages to the mailbox and mulch to the garden;
he played with dogs, took care of the chickens, and helped Larry stake tomatoes.
Then James wanted cherry cobbler, and he wanted it bad enough to pick the cherries, run them through the cherry stoner, and bring them to me.
So what's a Granny to do? Make cobbler, of course. My cherries are very, very sour, but the cobbler was absolutely delicious with some Bird's custard sauce over it. Mmmm....
Warm cobbler with warm custard sauce by the fire after sunset--it's a perfect ending to a day of all kinds of activities with the grandchildren.
Here's my cobbler recipe. It is by no means exact; I make it by the about-right method and it works every time.
Preheat your oven to 450 degrees.
Topping:
Put about a cup of self-rising flour in a mixing bowl. Add about 1/4 cup sugar. Mix well. Cut in about 3 Tablespoons of butter or shortening. Add milk until the consistency is about like thick oatmeal.
Filling:
Put the pitted cherries (or other fruit) in a 9" square baking pan. You'll need 2-3 cups of fruit. Add sugar to taste (these cherries took quite a bit, maybe 1/3-1/2 cup), almond extract to taste, and corn starch to thicken (about 2 Tablespoons--more is thicker, less is thinner sauce).
Dob the topping over the filling by tablespoonfuls. Bake at 450 degrees until the topping is nicely golden and cooked through, 30-45 minutes.
That's about how I make all my cobblers, varying the sugar, exchanging almond for vanilla extract and/or adding cinnamon, depending on the fruit I am using.
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Love cobbler, but blackberry is my favorite.
ReplyDeleteI can't say I have a favorite, Janet. I love pretty much any cobbler. Cherry takes me back to thoselong childhood summer days, though, picking and then stoning the cherries in ths back yard. Good memories.
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