celebratory peach cobbler - Grits in the City

A few weeks back, I insisted on making peach cobbler. Not just any peach cobbler. Fresh peach cobbler. While peach season may begin in early May in some places, this was not yet early May and NYC definitely isn’t on the early side of peach season. There were some in the produce selection of our local grocery store, so we bought the best I could find and I got to work.

This Betty Crocker recipe caught my attention since it only has a short list of ingredients. Perfect for making even after a long day of work.

Ingredients

1 cup Bisquick mix (I used their Heart Healthy variety)
1 cup milk
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 cup butter or margarine, melted
1 cup sugar
1 can (29 ounces) sliced peach, drained (or around 2 rounded cups worth of pieces of fresh peaches)

Start by heating your oven to 375F. Mix together the Bisquick, milk and nutmeg. The recipe called for doing this in an ungreased square baking dish (8x8x2 inches), though I would be tempted to try this in something smaller based how this turned out for me. Stir in the melted butter butter, stirring until blended. Stir together the sugar and peaches in a separate bowl before spooning over the batter. Bake 50 to 60 minutes or until golden. I recommend serving with a bit of vanilla bean ice cream or Cool Whip for a lighter alternative.

Even though the cobbler came out kind of flat from the 8×8 pan, it was still delicious. Warmed up, you would never know the peaches were out of season. Going for fresh over canned made them have a lighter, crisp taste which I far prefer to the syrupy flavor of the canned variety.

What were we celebrating, you ask?

Fabulous news to share. At that point, I was making peach cobbler because that corresponded with progress of Baby Z’s growth! We’re very excited about the journey ahead of us, although we’re fairly certain our dog Dixie is going to be the last one to come around to our upcoming addition. Worry not, things here are continuing on here just as they have been – aside from likely less restaurants and more home cooking, with some baby content included in here and there. Starting a family (at least the beginning part) in NYC promises to be an adventure in and of itself – and we can’t wait!