After watching “Julie and Julia,” I feel possessed to bake and cook and eat to an extent far surpassing my normal routine.
While I haven’t run out to purchase Mastering the Art of French Cooking yet (though I’ve been very tempted, even in my sweats and unshowered state), I woke up – and most importantly got up – this morning promptly with my alarm at 7:15am, feeling refreshed and energized like I haven’t really felt for the past two months. And I started making a peach cobbler.
To be fair, I had been planning on making said cobbler before I even saw the film yesterday afternoon. I had a flat of peaches that I have been unable to consume as fast as rot and spoilage, and wanted to use them up before the fruit flies did. Enter: delicious dessert.
This is a big step – the cobbler and the waking up early part. I haven’t written on here for awhile and when I have, it has been very detached and more obligatory than fun. It’s difficult to describe why my energy has flown, leaving me behind in its exhausted no-desire-to-blog wake, but all of a sudden, I feel better. Thank you Julie and Julia?
Anyway, cobbler is baking right now, and it smelled darn good when I was simmering the peaches with sugar and a little water. I’ll let you know how it turns out.
Have you seen the film? What did you think?
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Wow, a Paula Deen cobbler! They don't come much richer or with more butter than hers!
Yum!