When I mentioned to my guy that I had never attempted to make a cobbler, he replied, “Oh, it’s really easy!” Pause, rewind… WHAT? My man, who avoids baking like the bubonic plague, has made cobbler before me??
After I nearly went into anaphylactic shock, he finally explained that he baked cobblers in Boy Scouts. They emptied canned peaches into a Dutch oven, dumped a boxed biscuit mix on top, and heated in over the fire until their stomachs growled and the fruit juices bubbled.
Because I stood in my modern-day kitchen and not the desolate mountain wilderness, I opted to use fresh fruit, a homemade topping, and my gas-powered oven instead. But when I pulled out my first cobbler, I devoured it just as fast as those hungry hikers!
(I baked a second one for breakfast the next morning too… Really, it’s just a glorified fruit and pastry dish, so it isn’t that unhealthy to eat for breakfast, right?)