I have to say that all in all, this summer has been pretty good. We traveled a little, we visited family, we laughed, we loved, and we ate a lot. But now as summer starts to wind down ( even though the temperatures are still way up), I can tell you with all sincerity…
I can’t wait until school starts.
Oh sure, all you lucky parents with kindergarteners or older have already wrapped up your bundles of joy and sent them packing back to school, but not me. Nooo…for some weird reason, people who pay for their toddlers to be entertained by someone else 3 days a week are forced to wait an extra week or two before we can drop them off with some people who have fresh reserves of patience. Patience for kids who break things on a daily basis ( i.e. the toilet paper holder, the hydraulic thingy on the front door, or countless dishes and cups); patience for kids who think the couch should be blue and rely upon their magic marker to make it that way; patience for kids who love to yell across the house, “MOM! I NEED TO WIPE!!!”.
The house has bore the brunt of the full-on toddler attack this summer, but I believe no room suffers more than the bathroom. I should really do a before and after picture of the bathroom. A before picture would show you the nice clean bathroom with a nice fresh smell and a sparkling toilet. An after picture would be taken at the end of that day showing you the wet toilet seat, the standing water in the sink with a train in “the washdown”, the grass in the shower, the wadded up rug, the scraps of toilet paper scattered about, a wet washcloth laying on the toothbrushes, random toys on the floor, and the distinct smell of you-know-what in the air from a little boy who gets distracted while he goes potty.
Yes, the destruction in my house is staggering. It is so overwhelming that my broom ran away. I haven’t seen it in 3 or 4 days now. I’m sure it could no longer handle the job it was asked to do and it simply caught the first flight to Mexico. Which is where I would love to be right now, sipping a Mai-Tai with a cabana boy named Raoul.
But I can’t. The kids have their first day of school on Friday and I have to buy a new broom.
So, I made peach cobbler instead and it is delicious enough to hold me these last few days before the last threads of my sanity completely unravel.
1 1/2 cups Self-Rising Flour
1/4 cup Lard or shortening
2 cups Butter milk ( more or less)
1/4 cup sugar
1/2 t. nutmeg
4 cups of sliced fresh peaches
1/4 cup sugar
3 T lemon juice
Preheat oven to 400. Mix together peaches, 1/4 cup sugar, and lemon juice
and pour into a 9×13 baking dish.
In seperate bowl mix flour, 1/4 cup sugar, and nutmeg.
Cut in lard until flour resembles course crumbs. Mix in enough butter milk to make a wet dough. Drop heaping spoonfuls of dough onto peaches
and bake for 20-30 minutes until top is browned and peaches are soft.
Serve with ice cream.
- 1 1/2 cups Self-Rising Flour
- 1/4 cup Lard or shortening
- 2 cups Butter milk more or less
- 1/4 cup sugar
- 1/2 t. nutmeg
- 4 cups of sliced fresh peaches
- 1/4 cup sugar
- 3 T lemon juice
- Preheat oven to 400. Mix together peaches, 1/4 cup sugar, and lemon juice
- and pour into a 9x13 baking dish.
- In seperate bowl mix flour, 1/4 cup sugar, and nutmeg.
- Cut in lard until flour resembles course crumbs. Mix in enough butter milk to make a wet dough. Drop heaping spoonfuls of dough onto peaches
- and bake for 20-30 minutes until top is browned and peaches are soft.
- Serve with ice cream.