The Georgia Cash Crop Cobbler

The Georgia Cash Crop Cobbler

I like to play with cobblers during the summer. Obviously, peach cobbler is my favorite. It always has been, and always will be.

But this little creation really hits the spot.

It combines the comforts of my home – peaches and pecans – with the blueberry, one of Georgia’s newest (and biggest) cash crops.

The Georgia Cash Crop Cobbler


  • 1 stick of butter
  • 1 cup of milk
  • 1 cup of sugar
  • 1 cup of flour
  • 1 cup of peaches
  • ¾-1 cup of blueberries
  • ½-¾ cup of pecans pieces (I prefer roasted and salted)
  • Cinnamon Sugar
  • Extra pecan pieces for topping

Preheat oven to 350°.

Mix the peaches, blueberries and pecans. I like to mix them early in the day with about a teaspoon of sugar and then refrigerate them so the flavors all mix together.


In a separate bowl, mix the milk, sugar and flour with a whisk. I like mine to be smooth, not clumpy.


Spray the bottom of a 9×9 or equivalent casserole dish.

Melt the full stick of butter and pour half of it in the casserole.

On top of that, pour the fruit mixture and then pour the milk/flour/sugar mixture on top. I like to poke it around and make sure it reaches the bottom. You CAN mix it all together (fruit, milk/flour/sugar) beforehand. Either way works.

Then y’all are going to drizzle the remaining melted butter on top. Here’s where I sprinkle a touch of cinnamon sugar all over for a kick of flavor.

Pop it in the preheated oven and set the timer for 45 minutes.


That 45 minutes will give y’all time to sip on some Peach Sangria and unload the dishwasher. Once the timer dings, sprinkle a few more pecans on top, rotate 180°, resist the urge to get a spoon and dig in, and add 15 minutes to the clock.

Once the last timer dings, you’re set to go with your Georgia Cash Crop Cobbler. Add a scoop of vanilla ice cream or just some whipped cream and enjoy!



Iced Snoffee

Iced Snoffee

Monday night, thanks to a conversation with Mir, I decided to pre-brew coffee. Well, I may or may not have gone overboard and made 90 ounces of pre-sweetened coffee, stored it in jars, and refrigerated it for the impending doom of #snOMGpartdeux.

Georgia Power had warned of “widespread power outages” that were not an “if” but “when.”

After the last debacle of a storm, I was ready to do whatever I could to have mySELF and my FAMILY prepared. My motto for partdeux has been “Every man for himself.”

So anyway, Monday evening, I took to the Keurig. I made cup after cup after cup of coffee, poured in sugar, and filled 3 large Mason jars with coffee.



I’ve been eyeballing the coffee, opting for a hot and fresh cup for two days now, wondering when the power would go out and I could finally drink it.

This morning, after a full day of ice falling yesterday, we woke to a fluffy, bright, winter wonderland. There was a fresh inch or more of snow to gather for snow creams. So of course, I gathered.

But then there was the coffee… taunting me.

So I made iced snoffee!!

A little creamer, a lot of iced coffee, and SNOW!

IMG_8653And it was all I hoped it would be.



When Self-Care Looks Feels Like Failing

Last night I ordered a Honey Baked Ham.

And Honey Baked Ham brand smoked turkey.

I have failed at Thanksgiving. 

For the first time since Jason and I got married in 1998, I will not be making the turkey. I don’t normally make the ham, seeing that I don’t eat either of them, but I always make the turkey. Even if we have Thanksgiving somewhere else, I ALWAYS prepare a turkey for us to have at home for the weekend.

I feel like an utter failure for forking out nearly $100 for some chain to produce my meat products (that I won’t even eat) for our favorite holiday of all the holidays.

The logical part of me that sat at the table last night panicking about how I would get everything made since I’m working Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, agreed woefully when Jason suggested just ordering it.

I will still be making all the other fixings: dressing (well, it’s frozen but I doctor it up), brussels sprouts, sweet potato casserole (crack in a dish), rolls. I’ll fix the deviled eggs and pickle plate. I’ll set the table for three and we will eat happily, maybe even at the table. Or maybe in front of the TV. Because, why not?

But I’ll know that my “self care” for my sanity caused me to half-ass the one holiday we go big for.

And I’m not sure how to feel about that.

Calories Don’t Count…

Calories don’t count…

  • on birthdays
  • at charity functions
  • on vacation
  • while standing up
  • while drinking Diet Coke
  • when the Hot Donuts Now light is on at Krispy Kreme
  • when you’re dining with friends
  • at the bar
  • at blog conferences
  • on holidays, up to and including Flag Day, Sweetest Day and Groundhog’s Day
  • on picnics

So… that leaves a window of about 30 minutes on every other Tuesday for calories to count, right?

What are other times that calories don’t count?


Farmers Marketing

It’s been well documented that I have a grocery problem.

“Problem” meaning I could spend $1000 a month EASILY at the grocery store. I mean, if the budget (and income) allowed it. I buy, for the most part, good stuff. We eat a lot of fresh stuff, but also a bit of crap. In comparison

I’ve toned it down some. I’m better. I’m in recovery.

But now I’m obsessed with Farmers Markets. Sweet Lord Have Mercy!

Last weekend we hit Your DeKalb Farmers Market. It was heavenly as usual. We came out with a ton of stuff and only spent about $65. Henry was so very excited about picking out funny shaped and colored fruits and vegetables. And *surprise* he ate a lot of it.

Fresh foods for lunch and supper every day. Lots of choices that, unfortunately, Publix doesn’t offer. (Or Fresh Market and Whole Foods, sadly) It was a week of delicious eating.

(side note: why do they call it YOUR Dekalb Farmer’s Market? Is it really mine? I think not.)

Anyway, today we decided to hit up the Buford Highway Farmers Market.

DUDES. Why didn’t you people tell me about this?

It’s close to my house. It’s easy to get to. It’s clean.

It’s like a real grocery store on performance-enhancing drugs.

I… I… I was left speechless.

The aisles were wide. There was a ton of each item. People actually smiled at you and said “excuse me” when they were in your way (I’m never in anybody’s way, but say “scuse me, sorry” all the time.)

The samples… we should’ve just eaten lunch at the sample tables. Henry tried a bunch of new stuff he would have NEVER tried before.

We have a fridge and freezer full of things like live blue crab, dragon fruit, unusual mangoes, seafood dumplings, some sort of Mexican cookies, queso, fresh mozzarella, yellow tomatoes, bread that I don’t know what it’s called but it’s delicious, and all manner of other crazy awesome stuff that I can’t pronounce. For $138.

I know lots of you will disagree with me on this, but in my mind this is how the Atlanta Farmer’s Market analogy goes:

YDFM : WalMart as BHFM : Target.

I’m not sure I need to go to the real grocery store again. I think I’ll be landing at the Buford Highway Farmers Market for food from now on.



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