When fruit flies start swarming in the kitchen, I know it's time to make peach cobbler. So ripe they nearly burst in my hand, the peaches ooze and fragrance the whole counter top. I peel and slice them, and then I toss in a few cups of fresh raspberries, garden ripe and falling off their stalks, just because.
The thing about cobbler is that you just kinda throw it all together. Melt some butter; mix up some sugar, flour, and milk; slice up your fruit; sprinkle some cinnamon on top; bake for a bit--and there you go.
I think about other woman in centuries past who made cobbler from their late summer harvest. I feel connected to them when I pull out these old pioneer recipes. They had to innovate, imagine, and improvise and thus: cobbler.
Living with flair means you take what you have and build a beautiful cobbler. Warm, sweet, and delicious--what a beautiful life! Cobbler reminds me that the best often comes when we're forced to improvise.
Journal: Do you have a great cobbler recipe you can share?