If I have to live in Cleveland, at least let me eat well
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Oh peaches, sometimes I just don't know what to do with you. I could take you to lunch but you bruise easily. And all that juice, it can be a little messy. I could eat you fresh at home, but if there's a mango present, well, I'd rather take the mango. I could grill you, and that's nice, but one doesn't go through the trouble of firing up the chargoal grill just for peaches.
Ahhh, wait ... homemade peach cobbler. Perfect.
I think I made peach cobbler once before, but I don't remember it being this easy. The hardest part was peeling the peaches, and I think the whole blanching them in boiling water wasn't really worth it, especially on a hot day, when a little paring knife does a pretty adequate job, but that's my only complaint.