Showing posts with label cobbler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cobbler. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Sweet Summer Cherries

Yesterday afternoon on our way home from a weekend camping trip in the Wenatchee Forest, we stopped along one of the several fruit stands on our route.


They were at their peak, so I knew I needed to use them or lose them. Cherry cobbler, anyone?

I got the recipe from allrecipies.com, but made a couple changes.

My adapted recipe:

One cup of cherries. The recipe called for sour cherries. I don’t know that I’ve ever had a sour cherry. These cherries are sweet, though I have no idea what variety they are. It’s been a long time since I’ve pitted cherries. It will be a while before my fingers lose that lovely black tint that is now embedded in my cuticles.


Not pictured: white pants. Which are right this minute soaking in a load of bleached whites. Fingers crossed, ‘cause I really like those white pants. (I suppose I need to move my apron project to the top of my unfinished pile.)

While you’re mixing ingredients, preheat the oven to 350 and melt ¼ c. butter in a square baking pan.

In one bowl mix:

  • ½ c. whole wheat flour
  • ½ c. sugar (I used raw), ½ tsp. baking powder
  • Add ½ c. milk, stir until blended.

In the second bowl:

  • 1 c. pitted cherries
  • 6 T sugar
  • 1 ½ tsp. whole wheat flour



When the butter is melted, pour the flour-milk mixture over the top. Do not stir. Mix the cherries, sugar, and flour, then distribute evenly over the top of the butter and cake batter.



Bake for 25 minutes, or until cake tester comes out clean and cobbler is browned.


How can you go wrong with butter, flour, sugar, and cherries? You can’t, really, but I think next time I’ll use less butter, a touch of vanilla (or almond?), maybe a little more baking powder, or an egg? It seemed a little flat to me, but I’m not sure if it was the whole wheat flour, or the excessive butter. It's almost clafoutis consistency, but without the puffiness the eggs provide.

Still yummy, though. And I’ve got cherries left over for a smoothie tomorrow morning, and maybe scones for the neighbor that doesn’t like chocolate.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Camp Cooking

We used to camp a lot. But then we bought a house. I haven’t yet figured out how these two things are related exactly, but there it is. We started camping again last year, and just returned from this year’s trip, where we met our friends Ryan and Judy. I love it. I love being outside, I love the quiet, I love being away from my computer and my cell phone. I even to a certain degree love the campfire smoke that infects everything – everything – that goes with us. I love the stars at night, eating outside, and reading by the open fire. And when I say “camping”, I’m referring to car camping, just so you know.

This year’s camping trip concentrated a little more on food than in the past; I baked while camping, and my husband Eric, who does all of the cooking in our house, did more food prep at home before we left. Both experiments were (for the most part) successful.

The first morning we had pancakes. Nothing fancy. I considered making a scratch mix, but the recipe I prefer to use at home calls for egg whites, and I didn’t want to mess with that while camping, so I just used a store-bought mix.


Carnitas one night consisted of – well, Trader Joe’s Carnitas, found in the deli section, about $4/1 lb. First a few onions and cilantro were sautéed over the campfire. (He later remembered he’d packed garlic and cumin, but forgot to use it.)


Add a little cabbage seasoned with vinegar, diced green chiles, salsa, add a squeeze of lime, and you’ve got a fine camp meal.



That night I made buttermilk biscuits for the next morning’s biscuits and gravy. Baking this at home I would have made them the same day and served them warm, but I figured this was acceptable. We were supposed to be camping, after all.

I measured out all the dry ingredients at home and transported them in a Ziploc bag. I added a stick of butter, sealed the bag, worked in the butter with my fingers, then added the buttermilk.

I have to stop here to talk about buttermilk for a minute. Why is it not available in pint-sized cartons? Who needs a quart of buttermilk? If I’m faced with a half-full carton of buttermilk in the refrigerator, I’m bound to come up with something to bake. Not necessarily a bad thing, but I don’t appreciate the pressure. Usually I end up cheating and use the milk-vinegar method of creating exactly the amount I need.

So I add the milk into the bag and mix.


And I make a huge mess trying to extract the dough from the bag. I hadn’t thought about that. I ended up cutting the bag and scooping it out with a couple of spoons. Next time I’ll have to use a mixing bowl.

Since I was working with a seasoned Dutch oven (thanks, Judy!), I didn’t bother to add butter to the pan before setting it into the fire.


The next morning Eric heated them up a bit before serving them with the sausage gravy he had prepared before we left.


Sooo good served with eggs.


The big experiment was blackberry cobbler. I’ve discovered a huge sunny patch of berries on my dog walk route, so I collected a few days’ worth of berries before we left, found a random Dutch oven recipe online, and crossed my fingers. Again, I mixed all the dry ingredients before we left. We got to camp and I realized I didn’t have enough sugar to add to the berries, so Judy came up with the brilliant idea of using some of the sweetened condensed milk I’d brought for her coffee.




I melted butter in the bottom of the pan, added milk to the dry mix, then poured that on top of the milk and poured the berries on top of that.


Into the fire it went.


Have you started laughing yet? The fire was WAY too hot. The recipe called for a certain number of briquettes on the bottom, and a certain number for the top. We didn’t have any briquettes, so I just decided to stick it in the fire and keep an eye on it. It became obvious pretty soon that if we were going to be able to eat any of it, we’d be salvaging the middle. About 30 minutes into it the center was still soup, and Ryan asked, “Do we still have s’mores?” Thankfully, yes, we did. I took these the next morning.



A total disaster, but it makes for a fun camp memory. I’ll probably try it again next year, but not without practicing it at home first.

Other homemade camp food highlights included oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and ginger-sesame-honey toasted almonds. (3-lb. bags of raw almonds from Costco are a gold mine!)

Who says you have to eat like crap when you’re camping?!