Herro, my peach. Dessert for you! “But, diabetes, I don’t want” you say. Eat it anyway! Who turns down dessert, you sick, twisted monster… Especially a peach-blueberry cobbler! “But, another meal I don’t want to make” you say. Hungry-Party-Of-One over here (that’s me, by the way) hardly considers 10 minutes of prep and 45 minutes of baking complicated, especially when the end reward is a baked fruit cobbler!
Actually, I should say *hungryallthetime-party-of-one. Or *notevenhungrybuteatinganyway-party-of-one. What can I say. The Birth of the Cobbler is one of those times of when hunger doesn’t come into play. (The thought of giving birth to a cobbler is kinda grossing me out… Not much truly grosses me out.) What I meant to say, was when that cobbler comes out of the oven, it looks and smells so glorious, not even the fullest of stomachs could turn down a bite… and, I definitely AM one of those never-too-full-for-dessert people. Ain’t no shame in my game. (Yeah, right. So ashamed.)
I grated my first whole nutmeg for this dish and the taste is incomparable to ground nutmeg. It’s crazy. I really had no idea how fragrant and delicious freshly grated nutmeg was. Thank you, Indo-Pak Supermarket! They’re an awesome little family owned grocery that’s next door to our favorite Organic Persian/Afghani kabob shop. My spice collection has doubled thanks to them. I’m too scared to buy their halal goat meat, yet, but ONE DAY I will buy the damn goat meat. So, uhhh, now that we’re talking about goat meat… Just make the cobblah, sucka!!!