Lets take a few minutes and give a shout out to all those food bloggers out there who regularly cook and stage their food. It's no small task to make something that smells up the whole house and then have your family wait as you take...oh I don't know...thirty pictures...of whatever it is you've cooked.
You wanna see people who need a big dose of anger management? You just try taking pictures of a peachy perfect cobbler, while the Trader Joe's ice cream is melting on the countertop.
This family of mine don't play around with their sweets. They could care less about pictures for a blog. Anyone relate?
So, here's how this cobbler came to be.
Lydia begged me for peaches at Trader Joe's this week.
I made her twist my arm, and then I bought them.
Those peaches had the nerve to start going soft on us within a day of purchasing them.
And then I remembered my mom's easy cobbler recipe. The end.
This recipe has been around forever, but I'm giving my mama credit for it because she's made it every summer for as long as I've been alive.
If your mom made it for you, then by all means, give her credit for it, too.
If you're having company over this summer or heading to someone else's for a meal, and you need a super easy dessert, you need to look no further than this post right here.
Here's what you'll need::
1 cup flour
1 cup sugar
1 cup milk
1 tsp. vanilla
1 stick butter
Fruit of choice (frozen or fresh) (strawberries, blueberries, peaches all work great!)
1 super cute helper *
I know, right? Does it get any easier than this?
Not unless you plan to pick something up at Kroger, it doesn't.
Here's what you'll do::
Melt your stick of butter in your dish in the oven. (you can use a pie dish or a casserole dish)
Mix your flour, sugar, milk and vanilla in a bowl and let your super cute helper stir it reeeaaal good.
Put your fruit of choice in your dish on top of the melted butter and then pour flour/sugar/milk mixture over the top of it and bake at 350* for 30 minutes.
Serve warm with ice cream and watch your people drool and lick their plates. No joke. They will.
Or is it just my family?