Cherry Rhubarb Cobbler

Category: Desserts & Sweets | Blog URL: http://www.barbaricgulp.com/2008/05/dessert-for-broken-hearted.html

This recipe was entered in The Foodista Best of Food Blogs Cookbook contest, a compilation of the world’s best food blogs which was published in Fall 2010.

Photo: Kelly Green Schmickle

Ingredients

Filling:

4 cups rhubarb, stems sliced 1-inch thick

1 1/2 cups frozen black cherries, thawed

1/2 cup sugar

Crust:

2 tablespoons sugar

1 cup all-purpose flour

1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 cup cold butter, diced

1/4 cup milk

1 egg, slightly beaten

Preparation

Preheat oven to 350.

In a large bowl, mix rhubarb and cherries with sugar.

Let sit for about 30 minutes.

In another bowl, combine 2 tablespoons of sugar, flour, baking powder, and salt.

Cut in the butter until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs.

Stir in the mild and egg until just moistened.

Pour fruit into a 2-quart baking dish.

Drop batter by spoonfuls on top.

Bake for 30 minutes or until crust is golden brown.

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About

Dessert for the Broken-Hearted

A broken sump pump. Over a foot of water in the basement. Everything ruined. Furniture. Decorations. Speaker system. Boxes in storage . . . full of videos. CDs. Important documents. Mom's china. Tea cup collection. Family heirlooms. Childhood mementos. Wedding dress. Greeting cards. Letters.

And photograph albums. All the photographs. So many photographs . . . Weddings. Vacations. Births. Parties. Holidays. Family. Friends. All smeared into a sticky, stinking, wet mess.

Sloshing barefoot through cold water, I nearly slipped on the slimy concrete floor. Mold has begun to take over. Cardboard disintegrated on contact. Paint cans and plastic Halloween pumpkins floated.

No one noticed the flooding. Not for weeks. No one went downstairs.

I spent the afternoon sorting through nearly every picture I've taken since high school. Most of them ended up in a trash bag, unsalvageable. My hands were stained with ink, which was sliding off the paper at my touch.

Maybe it's fitting that all the photographic evidence of the past 15 years of my life has been destroyed. A sign? I don't know. I can't bear to think about it.

Nevertheless, my heart is broken. In more ways than one.

So, I'm self-medicating tonight with Cherry Rhubarb Cobbler.

The filling was a bit runny, watery. I thought that appropriate . . . considering.