Did I mention how much I hated being in the car both on our way to and on our way back from the Catskills? I’m generally just fine in cabs, but I guess I never sit in the front seat. Kramer was kind enough to completely take over the driving duties…not that he entirety had a choice. I can’t drive anymore. The last time I was behind the wheel of a car was January 2010. I was always a cautious old lady driver, but now I don’t even know of I could drive a car if asked. I hate being in charge of what is essentially a weapon. People drive like morons and I’m right there next to them in my steel box o’ death. I can’t believe I was allowed to drive a car when I was 16 years old. That’s just insane. Teenagers are the dumbest people I know, myself included. My parents will probably hate reading this but I had my fair share of close calls on the road and they haunt me. I had a Jeep, so I drove a car with a high center of gravity. Not the best choice for someone as skittish as my self. One time it was raining and I took a turn a little too fast – I slid across the street and thought I was going to lose control of the car because the bricks I was driving on were so slick with oil and water. Another time, in college, I was driving to a dentist appointment on the freeway. A car that was paying even less attention than I apparently was tried to come over into my lane. We both swerved and I spun out across three lanes. All I could do was hold the wheel and honk my horn to try to warn other drivers. I remember finally stopping my car on the side of the road and looking behind me, sure that I would find a pile of wreckage on my wake. There was nothing, but after that I developed a serious fear of driving. I have unshakeable visions of crashing or going over the barrier on a ramp or bridge. It’s really not fun being in a car with me. Kramer was a trooper, though, and put up with my craziness during our trip. Now I just have to figure out a way to be less jumpy when we drive to DC and North Carolina later this summer.
Moose moose moose.
It’s weird that I’m so afraid of driving when I’m in the car with Kramer or someone close to me, but when it’s a cab driver, I’m feeling fine. It’s like the Jerry Seinfeld bit. I think, “They’re professionals. They do this all the time,” as they zig and zag out of lanes, speed and make dangerous driving decisions. I never think twice about it. I guess because Kramer doesn’t drive all of the time, I am afraid that he’s out of practice or that he won’t be able to dodge an incoming disaster. He does not appreciate my lack of faith in his driving abilities. I’m honestly more worried about the other idiots on the road, though, not Kramer. Besides, despite my (completely rational) fears, we made it to and from the mountains without incident. Kramer did a very good job driving. Good job, honey. I’m so proud of you. I’m sure he is already dreading getting back in the car with me. I’ll have to just take a sleeping aid or something and let him drive in peace.
I mentioned in my strawberry cake post that Driscoll and OXO sent me about a billion strawberries last month. Clearly one cake wasn’t going to use up this bounty, and since today is the last day to win a year’s supply of strawberries (that’s right), I figured I’d post the second thing I made. This cobbler was amazing. It smelled even better. Fresh baked oatmeal cookies, together with juicy summer strawberries, apples and pears. I added the apples and pears because they were in my fridge and I needed to use them up, but you can add any fruit you want. Cherries would be to die for, I’d imagine, or maybe even peaches. Kramer brought this into his office and from what I hear, the reception was a warm one. Cobbler is an essential summer dessert, so I hope you’ll give this one a try. I didn’t have any at the time, but I think the best way to enjoy it is with a big dollop of whipped cream (I’ll be honest, my favorite is Cool Whip – sue me) or a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
We loved Moose.
Breakfast of champions.
Me, in really cool pants, checking the tire swing for potential spiders.
Even Kramer had some fun on the tire swing.
I think he liked the regular swing more, though.
Life is rough.
Hull your berries.
Slice your berries and chop your pears and apple.
Add your sugar, cornstarch and vanilla and set aside.
Make your cookie base.
Pour your fruit over half of the dough, then all dollops of dough on top. Bake until golden and bubbling.
Serve warm or cold – a side of whipped cream or ice cream is always a good idea, too.
- 2 cups strawberries, hulled and halved
- 2 pears, cored and chopped
- 1 green apple, cored and chopped
- 1 cup brown sugar
- 1 heaping tablespoon cornstarch
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 1 cup unsalted butter, cubed (plus more for the pan)
- 1 cup brown sugar
- 1 cup granulated sugar
- 2 eggs, room temperature
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1½ teaspoons cinnamon
- ½ teaspoon baking powder
- ½ teaspoon kosher salt
- 3 cups old fashioned oats (not quick cooking)
- Combine the filling ingredients in a large bowl and set aside.
- Preheat your oven to 350 degrees F. Beat together your butter and sugars for at least 5 minutes, until light and fluffy. Add in the eggs, one at a time, until fully combined, scraping down the bowl as needed. Beat in the vanilla.
- Whisk together your flour, cinnamon, baking powder and salt. Add to the bowl with the sugar and butter and beat until just moistened. Add in the oats and mix to combine, scraping down the bowl as needed.
- Butter a 9x13-inch pan well. Press a little less than half of the dough into the bottom of the pan, then pour the fruit mixture over the top. Drop dollops of the remaining dough on top of the fruit (it doesn't have to be perfect), then sprinkle with decorative sugar (if you like - this is optional). Bake for 60 minutes or so, until golden and bubbling. Allow to cool a bit before serving warm, or cool completely, cover with foil and refrigerate for up to 2 days.