I love baking. Well, actually I love baked goods. And baking.
But especially baked goods.
I have been baking something pretty much every week for a year or so now. Sometimes it's every ten days, sometimes it's every week, sometimes it's every 5 days.
But mama needs her nightly cuppa and a treat. Home baked goods are cheaper, full of ingredients you can name, and fun to make. Especially with a kid running around and getting in your way.
This week's treat (which, as of this writing 5 hours after it finished baking, is almost half gone already) is Cherry Cobbler. I got this blackberry cobbler recipe off of another blog and decided it would be delicious with cherries. I was right.
Here they are. Cherries! Not only cherries, but organic cherries I picked myself in Danielle's backyard. Is that not cool?
Then, finding the cherry pitting to be a very daunting process, I also borrowed Danielle's cherry stoner. Heheh, stoner. This thing is neat. You put the cherries in, press the plunger, and a pitted cherry comes out the other end into the bowl you've put there:
Here's a pitted cherry. Neat!
The only problem with this setup was that someone had access to the bowl and was eating them faster than I could pit them:
I suppose it's better than trying to eat the half rotted ones with pits still in them directly off the ground. That's what she was doing the other day.
Then you mix up a batter that is basically butter, flour, milk & sugar. Throw it in a dish, cover with 2 cups cherries & sprinkle with more sugar:
Then, since there are no eggs in the batter, when your child decides to grab a cherry and eat it, it's OK:
Surprisingly, the cherries sprinkled with sugar are not a hit. What?!!! Look at that face:
Bake for one hour. Pull out when toasty brown:
Yes, that is an ugly dish, I know. I don't have any fancy baking dishes, of course I would have used one if I did. You all are totally worth it. But, alas, I don't. These baking pans have been used and abused. But they work, and that's what matters. Right?
Here's Miss S enjoying her first taste:
And some more:
Have you noticed that she picked all the cherries out and ate them first? They turn into these delicious, sweet, syrup-y orbs of deliciousness. Yum.
Oh, and Granny (not to be confused with Grammy) is coming in tomorrow and we are going to Portland to get her. We'll be gone all day and I don't think I'll be able to post. I'll miss you!