Monday, March 4, 2013

Shampoo ala Mode : Peachy

I see that confusion on your face.

You're thinking, "What does shampoo have to do with ice cream and peaches?  Yes, I do enjoy teasing you. We'll get to the shampoo and ice cream. But first, let's start with the peaches. A yummy recipe you can tuck away for summer--and my husband's favorite:


Cobbler ala Calvert



4 cups sliced peaches, sprinkle with a Tbl. lemon juice (if using frozen peaches--2 pkg-- omit lemon juice)

Mix in med-lg. saucepan:
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 1/2 Tb. corn starch
1/2 cup water
1/2 tsp. grated nutmeg

Cook over med heat, stirring, until thickened

Add 1 Tbl. butter, 1 Tbl. Grand Marnier liqueur (optional) and sliced peaches. Cook 5 minutes.

In another bowl mix:
1 cup flour
2 Tbl. sugar
1 1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda

Cut in 1/4 cup cold butter until crumbly
then add 1 beaten egg and 1/4 cup buttermilk
Stir with fork til mixed

Pour peach mixture into deep pie pan
Spoon cobbler onto top of peaches in tablespoon size mounds

Bake in pre-heated 400 degree oven for approx. 25 min., or golden brown
Serve warm with vanilla ice cream--enjoy!

I like using sun-warmed summer peaches:


With a few yummy, rich extras:


While the peaches are simmering, mix the cobbler dough:


Spoon it onto the warm peaches and it's ready for the oven: 


Bake until golden--can you smell it yet?




And now for that ice cream . . . or in this case, gelato:


Be still my heart: Peach Cobbler--all you need is a spoon:


There you are.  Oh, what about the shampoo?  And what's that got to do with peaches?
Everything, in this romantic snippet from TRAUMA PLAN. 

Our hero and heroine enjoy a romatic sunset view overlooking a Texas peach orchard:


***
“Well . . .” He slid the blanket from under his arm. “Sun’s sinking fast now. Let’s find a spot without cactus and fire ants and get set for the show.”

Riley helped to spread the blanket and sat, not surprised that Jack settled close beside her. After the plane, the dancing, and sharing so much over the past couple of weeks, it felt natural. Visiting his hometown and this beautiful place made her want to know even more about him. Despite Jack’s reckless reputation—which he managed to bolster at every opportunity—Riley sensed some vulnerability when it came to his family. We have that much in common. 

There,” he said, pointing toward the west. “First streaks of pink. The peach blossoms are that same color. In March, sunsets are pink from sky to tree . . . to the shower of petals on the ground below. My aunt called it Ballerina Valley—not the best tactic to recruit a boy for orchard labor.”

“You worked here?” she asked, easily imagining him as a boy, sun-browned, scurrying up a ladder. “Picking peaches?”

“Picked them, ate them, pitched them. And squashed the mushy ones on my sister’s head.” Jack touched a fingertip to Riley’s hair, a smile teasing his lips. “I invented peach shampoo.”
***
Of course, you'll have to read the book to see how it all plays out.
And tuck this recipe away for summer . . . I think you're going to enjoy both.

For now, Bon Appetit, happy reading, and stay tuned: I'll soon be pulling out aprons for some great author guests!

3 comments:

Linda Maendel said...

Now if I could have a piece of that Cobbler right now, that'd be peachy. Would go well with the blizzard that's blowing outside.

Michelle Morgan said...

Now that looks yummy.

Lynne Marian said...

Definately tucking this recipe away for summer.. Looks so good! I think I'm going to go re-read all your books ... Counting down the days until my kindle surprises me with a new Calvert download :).