![]() ![]() I’m not sure why the picture’s sideways but you get the idea.įannie Farmer’s Apple Cobbler (I substituted peaches. So I wanted to time the cobbler so that we were able to eat it hot out of the oven. I don’t need no stinkin’ knife! The skin slipped off like (insert a cheesy simile here.) Aren’t they gorgeous? I then brought them outside to the back deck and peeled them with my fingers. I dipped the peaches in the water for 15-30 seconds and drained them with minimal splash burns to my arms and torso. Much to my surprise, this technique was SHOCKINGLY easy. Hence my permanent face off with tomato sauce, or any recipe that involves peeling tomatoes, for that matter. This technique has always scared me for no good reason. Wikipedia gives Marion NO love!) told me that I can peel peaches by dipping them briefly in boiling water and then removing the skins with a sharp knife. Mid-afternoon I tore myself away from the beach to run home and prep the peaches for the cobbler. Erway spent two years “not eating out” in New York and blogging the process. As a side note, I spent the weekend reading The Art of Eating In: How I Learned to Stop Spending and Love the Stove by Cathy Erway. I spent most of the day lounging at the beach and sailing with my father, an activity that deserves a non-food related post all to itself. The next day was a gorgeous, sunny Saturday–one of the last beach-worthy days we’ll get up in the mountains as the temperature tends to run 10 degrees cooler than here in Philadelphia. We were busy making a tasty pasta meal for dinner that evening (oh yeah, have to blog that one) so I figured I’d save the cobbler for the next night when I had a little more time. ![]() For some reason, my non-baking self smelled the peaches and became immediately inspired to make peach cobbler. OK, it probably wasn’t a bushel and I’m not even entirely sure what a bushel entails, but let’s just say we bought a lot. Fifteen dollars later we left with a a carton of tomatoes, half a dozen ears of corn, garlic, lemon, nectarines and a bushel of peaches. On the way back from Kathy’s Cafe on Friday, my husband and I stopped at Dincher’s Roadside Farmstand in Tivoli, PA to grab a few tomatoes for dinner. ![]()
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