Sunday, June 19, 2011


Mom and Walter brought me some peaches from Clover on Friday, sweetest things imaginable. I thought I'd make Walter a cobbler for Father's Day and one for Mike and the boys before Italia and I left for orientation at Chapel Hill. So I dug out my trusty recipe and then had to laugh out loud. It's typed up on Merrill Lynch stationery because that's where I worked that summer with the greatest southern lady ever - Lynda Medlin - who said it was so easy she could make it with her eyes closed. I mailed the recipe to my sister because we were both in love, both trying to learn how to cook and both loved to write. You can tell how many years have passed, because it involves typing, letters and daydreaming! Here's the preamble to peach cobbler that I scribbled to Michele to set up the recipe lo these many peach seasons ago:

It's 4:40 in the afternoon and you're pulling the last sun-dried cotton sheet off the line. Sprigs of hair are falling out of your bandana and your gingham blouse is damp with sweat. But your man is due in from the fields (hospital, law office, classroom, etc.) any minute and you can't sit down in front of the Hunter fan with a cold glass of lemonade as much as you want to. A woman's work is never done and her man comes first. That's why you run yourself a bath, put on your best ruffled blouse and pleated skirt bought last summer at the TG&Y in Siler City, dab Evening in Paris behind each ear and start putting supper on the table.

A three-bean salad is already prepared and chilling in the icebox. You grease up your seasoned cast iron pans and stir up enough batter for a dozen corn sticks (any extras can be tucked in his lunch tomorrow), and put them on to bake, then get going on the stuffed peppers. Why the size of those things could win a blue ribbon at the Cleveland County Home Extension Show! Next it's time to steep the tea and mix up a gallon or so in that big old glass mayonnaise jar Mabel was kind enough to save you from the Ebenezer Baptist Church covered dish supper last month. Strong and sweet - just like your man - and about the only thing likely to quench his thirst after a day as hot as today. And for dessert, being summer and all, he'd be disappointed if your homemade peach cobbler wasn't bubbling away in the oven:


1 stick butter
1 cup sugar
1 cup self-rising floud
1 cup milk
2 cups chopped peaches

Melt butter in large baking dish. Mix together sugar, flour and milk and pour over melted butter but do not mix. Spoon fruit over the top. Bake approximately 40 minutes at 350 degrees.

1 comment:

Bellezza said...

Sounds so wonderful, and looks so easy! I have a more complicated recipe for such a treat with fruit on top, but I like the ease of this. There's nothing like summer peaches, and my husband and I have developed an affinity for white peaches in a salad with spicy pecans. Either way, yum!