Sat 12 Apr 2008
It’s Clobberin’ Time!
Clipping from an article about The Masters golf tournament in the Saturday, April 12 edition of the French newspaper Le Monde.
I laughed, but upon further review and Googling, that place near Augusta, Georgia, actually may have called it peach clobber.
With all that in mind, this is Georgia native Paula Deen’s recipe for peach cobbler:
4 cups peeled, sliced peaches
2 cups sugar, divided
1/2 cup water
8 tablespoons butter
1 1/2 cups self-rising flour
1 1/2 cups milk
Ground cinnamon, optional
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
Combine the peaches, 1 cup sugar, and water in a saucepan and mix well. Bring to a boil and simmer for 10 minutes. Remove from the heat.
Put the butter in a 3-quart baking dish and place in oven to melt.
Mix remaining 1 cup sugar, flour, and milk slowly to prevent clumping. Pour mixture over melted butter. Do not stir. Spoon fruit on top, gently pouring in syrup. Sprinkle top with ground cinnamon, if using. Batter will rise to top during baking. Bake for 30 to 45 minutes.
To serve, scoop onto a plate and serve with your choice of whipped cream or vanilla ice cream.
Quasi said,
Sat 12 Apr 2008 at 21:11
That recipe sounds great. Do you think my humans would bake, even if it was my b’day? Nope. Never. I’d like to tell you that I’ve written a scathingly funny book, The World Is Your Litter Box, which will be out May 6th. The book is cleverly disguised as a cute cat book so humans will buy it, but is, in fact, a how-to manual FOR cats. Check it out on my website!
Sandy said,
Mon 14 Apr 2008 at 14:25
……….and then there is our Aunt June’s recipe: 1 cup self raising flour, 1 cup milk, 1 cup sugar –mixed together and 1 large can sliced peaches (in heavy syrup0 was pored over the batter….. I think it was baked at 350 for about 30 minutes (or until done) hint…for a nice sparkly crust.. add the syrup from the peaches to the batter and then pour over the peaches
I haven’t made it since I became diabetic and switched to lite syrup but I remember it as pretty tasty and very easy. Our sister Yvonne was the baker. Mom didn’t allow me in the kitchen except to wash dishes!