As I dug into this luscious plate of blackberry cobbler last week, I thought to myself how I cannot be more correct about following my urge to try and learn the art of baking a few years ago. It is one of the most worthwhile things I ever chose to do.
I mean, having warm blackberry cobbler in no time and at the perfect time? What could ever be wrong about baking ?
So if I were to write a letter to Baking like it was a person. It will go like this:
Thank you for making me look forward to late nights after my baby is fast asleep, when I can prance into the kitchen and bake away in solitude.
There is nothing comparable to the excitement I feel as I wait in anticipation of what is to come out of the oven.
Thank you for those bitter sweet moments when I have to wait for a cake to bake while the house smells of butter, and then tasting sweet victory after every baking success.
You make me persevere each time I fail. You make me try and try again. Thank you for teaching me patience.
Thank you for making celebrations merrier, and simple days special.
But most of all, thank you for the genuine joy you bring
and for making me realize that greatest happiness
can come from smallest things.
Even from a single slice of cake.
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Recipe type: dessert
- 1 cup self rising flour
- 1 and ¼ cup sugar
- ½ stick melted butter, plus more for greasing pan
- 1 cup whole milk
- 2 cups fresh or frozen blackberries
- whipped cream or icing for serving on top ( optional)
- Preheat oven to 350F. Grease a 9 inch square baking dish.In a large bowl, add the flour,milk, 1 cup of sugar and melted butter. Mix until combined.
- Pour batter into the greased baking dish.
- Rinse the blackberries and add to the top of the batter, covering every space evenly . Do not stir.
- Sprinkle ¼ cup of sugar evenly on top of the batter. Bake for about 55 minutes to an hour, until the top is light golden brown.
- Serve warm or cold with whipped cream or ice cream on top.
- recipe adapted from : The Pioneer Woman Cooks
Recipe adapted from : The Pioneer Woman Cooks
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