Thanks Beverly, Love really does smell like Peach Cobbler!

Several weeks ago Beverly over at "Dancing with the Daffodils" wrote a wonderful post on coming together at the dinner table for a home cooked meal.

She shared with us about a peach cobbler she had fixed for her husband, how it smelled and how the act of cooking and having fellowship around the table was the love language she used to show her husband her love.

Well folks I have not been able to stop thinking about home made peach cobbler since!!!!!

I've been smelling that love ever since I read her post, and have had this lingering nagging feeling of incompleteness as the imagined aromas of pechy-ness wafted through my house.

That peachy wafting washed over me the other day at the grocery store and I could resit no longer. I stood in the produce section of my local Ingles and selected several soft fuzzy sweet smelling round bundles of goodness and placed them in my cart.

I restrained myself for a day or two in order to wait for the fruit to come to it's fullest potential.

Each day the fragrance grew more and more intoxicating.

I had waited, endured, dreamed and suffered long enough.

Now to ensure the most successful peach cobbler possible I turned to the pages of my newly acquired Paula Deen Cookbook. If anyone would have the perfect recipe for Peach Cobbler I had faith that "My Paula" would save the day, and she did, on page 158.

My search was over.

I peeled the fruit and the juices were dripping down my wrist, I hated to even waist a tiny drop down the sink, but forged ahead as I sliced and sliced and then generously sprinkled them with sugar to render it's perfectly sweet fruity syrup. Paula's recipe did not call for it but I gave the peaches just small dash of cinnamon, I always have to add my two cent worth of culinary interpretation to any recipe I make.

I added the butter to the dish and placed it in the oven, I am ashamed to admit that I did in fact cut back on the butter by almost half. I love Paula and everything but sadly the state of my thighs will have to be satisfied with 1/2 a stick.

I mixed up the batter and set it aside to wait for the butter to melt.

I gently poured the batter over the melted butter and watched as the butter oozed over the batter and surrounded it in a puddle of creamy yellow deliciousness.

Butter, batter, butter, batter OMGosh.

Then comes the good part.

If butter, batter and creamy yellow deliciousness wasn't good enough.

Gentle spoon the peaches over top of the batter & butter and then drizzle with the remaining fruity syrup.

Bake off in 350 degree oven for 30 to 45 minutes until golden brown and bubbly.

The mouthwatering anticipation of the wait was further prolonged as the cooking time took nearly twice as long. My peaches were cold from the refrigerator and that only added to the length of my cooking time.

In the final stages of baking the house began to fill with the warm, soft fragrance of sweet peaches, or maybe it was love. The edges were golden brown and the juices were bubbling along the sides of the dish.

Yup, I think love really does smell like peach cobbler!

Serve with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream or just let it cool a bit and and then dive in head first with a spoon. I'm a purist and like my cobbler unadorned, oh and all my spoons were dirty so I dove in with a fork!

Blessings

Robin

and thanks Beverly for the inspiration!!!!!!!