Farmers' Market Friday : peach & blueberry cobbler

One of my favorite cakes I've made features caramelized peaches with a buttery cake textured with the addition of cornmeal. I've made it as is with just peaches, or added blueberries to the peaches, or switched them out for nectarines or plums. It's delicious, but a little time consuming to make, so I was looking for a way to get the same flavors together in an easier format, when I came across this recipe for peach cobbler with cornmeal biscuit topping, from the website for the same farmers' market from where I bought my peaches and berries.

I've adapted the recipe slightly--the one on Fresh Farm's website sounds great as is, but I love the combination of peaches with blueberries (and I like to make cobbler topping with powdered sugar for the texture). I made a large version for a Labor Day BBQ to say goodbye to summer; I had to leave before the cobbler was served, but I was assured it was "scarfed down"... which is exactly what I did with the individual portion I ate for breakfast this morning. (NB: don't miss the bonus recipe at the bottom!)

Seven year itch

"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't much care where--" said Alice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.
"--so long as I get somewhere," Alice added as an explanation. 
"Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat," if you only walk long enough."
                    -From Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

WWII Memorial in Wash., D.C.

A couple years ago, I wrote in the aforementioned-now-extinct LiveJournal that I no longer felt temporary in D.C. It was a few months after finally moving off-campus into my first apartment, and I remember walking home from the train station, late summer or early fall, and it just felt right. I felt like I belonged in D.C. Very right place, right time.


Last month marked seven years that I've lived in the District (give or take a couple summers spent in Los Angeles). Next month will mark my last living in D.C., at least for now.

Farmers' Market Friday : figs & ricotta

One weekend's farmers' market bounties

So, the title of this post is a little misleading. My local farmers' market is actually on Sundays, but 1) posting this on Friday gives me time to cook, eat and write, and 2) I like alliteration. Here's something I put together using mostly ingredients from said market. Call it a tartine, a crostini, an open-faced sandwich--whatever you call it, it makes a tasty hors d'œuvre, snack, breakfast or lunch. But first, a little bit more on farmers' markets.