*droolz*
*faintz*
*revives*eats more*
*faintz*
I did what I recommended you do—get Eat What You Want and Die Like A Man by our SteveH at Hogo Nice [I think I have that right...]
Oh Man-o-man—that was a good idea.
I started with the Peach Cobbler.
As you can see, after smelling it bake for 40 mins, no one could resist digging in before photography could take place. I predict it will be gone before the end of the day.
Which is why I’m making more this afternoon.
*clicky*clicky*
Buy It.
Eat Good.
Ok, ok, ok,—I admit it: I can’t resist fooling with a recipe. I changed a coupla things.
The Hog Man must have more manly peaches than we have here in CA, so I cut down on the sugar to 3/4 C and used white as I hate brown sugar anyway. I also cut the vanilla from 2 Tablespoons?!? that hasta be a misprint to 1 teaspoon, and added a mere hint of almond essence. This time, I’m gonna not nuke the peach filling ahead of time, either. Our peaches will be plenty done in 40 minutes at 400°.
The dough, OTOH, couldn’t be more perfect. Well, ok—maybe a little… I’m gonna add a touch more salt, a touch more milk and make it even thinner than I did last time [that was, indeed, pilot error. I’m not used to self-rsing flour and that stuff will puff up on ya after you’ve gotten it all rolled out to the proper thickness.]
Then I’m gonna sprinkle a little sugar on the top before baking.
I’m also gonna add a little time to the bake as my Hotel Sierra, yuppie “restaurant” oven is a piece o crappola and I have no idea how hot it really gets… or stays…
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