I’m on a rustic fruit dessert kick. So it was only a matter of time until I got around to peach cobbler.
Which is such a comforting dessert.
I’ve entered a phase in my life where I want to spend most of my time in soft clothes, old t-shirts, jeans that are so worn threadbare in patches I dare not put them in the washing machine, jersey dresses, things
There’s something about baking in the morning in the summer. Something about the quiet. The gentle sunlight. The way that puttering around the kitchen gives me a sense of purposeful ease.
In the summer, I love rustic fruit-filled baked goods. I’ve eaten my share of crisps and crumbles and cobblers, but until recently, I was unfamiliar with the buckle.
I love peaches.
It’s been a hot summer in Chicago. This July and August we’ve watched the mercury climb into the nineties more days than I care to count.
Too many.
