So last Saturday was the Peach Festival. Linsey and Molly were in town, so we headed on over there with Blair, mom, and Molly's boyfriend Josh. It was Blair's first really public outing, but for some reason I feel better when we're outside. We didn't stay long, because it might as well have been 200 degrees outside. It was near it, I tell you; it was HOT. Thank goodness the Peach Palette had A/C and yummy popsicles! Linsey and mom fanned Blair, but all she wanted to do way plan with the "fan."
We had to stop by and see the world's largest peach cobbler that the festival has each year. For some reason Guinness has said that the peach is not a significant fruit, so the cobbler is not in the book, but it's still pretty neat.
What's even neater is that my parents started the cobbler back in the early 90's. My parents aren't in charge of it anymore, but they got the recipe perfected and built the pan and the oven. My dad built the oven each year out of cinder blocks and gas burners, using large pieces of metal for a top. The city has since made a permanent oven near the courthouse, but it's based on the original. I remember using new garden tools to mix it up each year. They mixed the flour and sugar with rakes in huge trash cans. And we used hoes to chop and push the butter around in the pan while it melted. That was fun. The first year, we had so much cobbler left over. We sent people home to bring back containers to take some home in. Even though folks line up for cobbler, they still have lots left over!
Removing the panels that close the oven. They used to be panels from what would be the side of a Blue Bird bus. It appears that they still might be!
The cobbler is 6' by 9'.
Checking the bottom with an oar.
1 comments:
I remember when they used to do it too, but I have to say that I have never tasted the Worldest Largest Peach Cobbler!
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