Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Joys of Summer

The joys of summer are plentiful! We love blueberry cobbler, and while blueberries are 99 cents per pint, we are making it often. I'll share the recipe with you:

3 pints (6 cups) blueberries
1 1/2 cups flour
1 1/2 cups sugar
1 1/2 cups uncooked oatmeal (I like quick oats)
3/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
3/4 stick butter (3/8 cup)

With a wire whisk, mix together flour, sugar, uncooked oatmeal, salt, and cinnamon. With a pastry blender, cut in the butter until crumbly. Add the blueberries, stirring in gently. Bake in large buttered casserole for 35 minutes at 350 degrees. Allow to cool. (baked blueberries are HOT!)
You can speed the cooling process by serving it with vanilla ice cream! :>}
Yummy!

My sister, Sara, is visiting, and brought her fabric stash along. Our handsome cat didn't want her to go home without plenty of black hairs on her fabric.


We went for a delightful walk and saw this baby deer.
The hibuscus are in all their glory. Those red blossoms are bigger than my hand.


5 comments:

Suzanne said...

What fun to have your sister visiting and bringing her fabric stash, your cat is just as happy to have her visit as well.
Thanks for the receipe, I can remember it been called a stick of butter on sesame street when I was younger and always wondered what size a stick of butter was, we have in come in a packet.

ladydi said...

I always love hearing about our language and other cultural differences. :>} A stick of butter is 8 tablespoons, or 16 ounces. 1/2 a stick is about 20 grams.

Lady Hopwood said...

Sounds yummy, I must try this! (Although I will have to translate the butter into English measures too!)

Daisy said...

Yum! I love blueberries. Your recipe sounds delicious, Diana.

Why is it cats always have to go and lie down in the middle of whatever you are doing or working on. HA!

I love the photo of the deer. What fun that must have been to be so close to it!

Loved this post, Diana. :)

ladydi said...

Thanks, Daisy! Our cat just can't stand to miss anything that's going on - as you said he has to be right in the middle of it. The baby deer was darling; we were a little surprised not to see the mama, but she was probably right there, well camoflaged.