Food doesn’t have to be pretty

So I’m at the farmer’s market today, and there is a table out with the words “Ugly Peach Sale” on the sign. So I ask and find out that (a) an Ugly Peach is one that has a blemish or a crack or a spot on it but is perfectly fine to eat, and (b) two bucks a basket. Two bucks for 6 fresh peaches bigger than my fist is a BARGAIN even if they are ugly. So I buy some. And we have one or two as a snack with goat cheese and feel really decadent.

And then at 7:30 we’re looking at the remaining 4, and the toaster oven and I’m wondering out loud if I can roast the peaches that way and Ursula asks if Peach Cobbler is out of the question, and I hem and I haw and I check the pantry, and by 9 she’s eating cobbler[1]. And I guess I did good, because she looked REALLY REALLY guilty while she ate it.[3]

Fresh Peach Cobbler
Ingredients
4 large just barely ripe firm peaches
1/2 tsp kosher salt[4]
1 tbl white sugar
3 tbls brown sugar
Bisquick biscuit dough (see side of box)[5]

Instructions :
Pre-heat oven to 425F. Slice the peaches into wedges, leaving the skin on. Place in a deep baking dish or dutch oven. Sprinkle on salt, and toss with your hands. Same with the white sugar, then about half the brown sugar. Let the peaches rest while mixing up the biscuit dough. Spoon dough on top of peaches, drop-biscuit style, then sprinkle or sift remaining brown sugar on it. Cover, and bake in oven for about 15 mins. Remove cover and continue to bake until dough is golden brown. Remove from oven, and let cool for about 20 mins in a closed microwave. Serve warm with whipped cream.

Full disclosure : I’m pretty sure this will get you laid.

[1] I would LOVE to have had some, but dude, I’ve already crushed my diet for today, and the blood sugar spike isn’t worth it.[2]
[2] HOWEVER, I will need a shot of carbs at breakfast…
[3] I found her sitting in the dark, eating the cobbler, hunched over it and looking like “I will cut a bitch who tries to take this away from me”
[4] Amounts on the salt & sugars are complete estimates. I just sorta sprinkled on until it looked right, which is how I normally do this sort of thing
[5] Judge all you want, but it works just as well for this as busting my ass and scratch-making biscuits.

About Kevin Sonney

Kevin Sonney - who, contrary to popular opinion was NOT raised by wolves - grew up in central North Carolina. He fell into the technology field by accident in 1991, when he gave up the wild and crazy lifestyle of an on-air AM radio DJ to become a mundane technical support monkey. The technology industry has never really recovered from this. Kevin has worked for such names as IBM, Red Hat, webslingerZ, and Lulu Technologies (we won't mention the ones that didn't survive the experience). He currently works as a Linux Administrator for Apptio. In his spare time he rescues stray animals and plays video games with his two sons. His wife, we're sad to say, helps him get past the really hard bits. Kevin is still not very mundane, he just got better at hiding it.
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