Due to my love of peaches I was forced to go into my small local grocery store wearing black yoga pants (with a smattering of white dog hair), my unwashed hair in a pony tail, face free of make-up, with mismatched flip flops on my feet.
You see, I had purchased several pounds of peaches on Wednesday for today’s recipe, allowing them time to ripen. And plenty of time for me my family to consume most of them.
Thus, I was forced to run to the little local store to supplement my four tiny remaining peaches.
Banana peach cobbler? No.
Grape peach cobble? No.
Waxy turnip peach cobbler? Maybe. Interesting. But, too, too weird.
Luckily the nectarines were pretty ripe.
And, luckily, my Bear’s Peach Nectarine Cobbler turned out very good. If you are interested in the recipe, which is quite simple, please visit Andrea at Nummy Kitchen.