The other night I was enjoying a pleasant evening of reality television and my woman says, "can't you whip up some cobbler real fast?" Yeah, no problem. I will get right on that. After half an hour of persistent pleading I caved and made some fucking cobbler. I hate knowing how to do shit. Let's begin:
I had peaches and blueberries. Perfect. Use whatever the hell you want. Here is the recipe for any
fruit and/or berry mini cobbler. The recipe is pretty much universal but don't be an idiot and try to make avocado cobbler. I know you were thinking it. Total prep time was 20 minutes and I was drunk so if it takes you longer than that you might as well give up hope.
Put that shit in the oven and let it cool completely before you eat it. "How long and at what temperature? I couldn't possibly think for myself." Just read the
other post, jackass. Eat it.
I had peaches and blueberries. Perfect. Use whatever the hell you want. Here is the recipe for any fruit and/or berry mini cobbler. The recipe is pretty much universal but don't be an idiot and try to make avocado cobbler. I know you were thinking it. Total prep time was 20 minutes and I was drunk so if it takes you longer than that you might as well give up hope.
Put that shit in the oven and let it cool completely before you eat it. "How long and at what temperature? I couldn't possibly think for myself." Just read the other post, jackass. Eat it.
6 comments:
This looks awesome. I have ramekins that I bought on a whim and have never used them for actual baking. I know, I fail at life. I will be trying this to use my stupid goddamn ramekins for their intended purpose finally.
I only have two. I need to pick up some more.
I love a mini cobbler. Whenever I get one I always think to myself, "that's right, this one's all mine. Back the fuck away, em-effers."
Personal desserts are the best for that exact reason.
mmmmmmmmm cobbler... this brings back memories.
I don't even want to know what kind of memories...
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