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Two-Crust Blackberry Cobbler (Crowd Size)


  This is the cobbler your family and guests will remember.

BlackberryFilling:

  •  10-12 cups blackberries (3 quarts)  
  •  3 cups sugar
  •  1 tsp. cinnamon
  •  2 tsp. vanilla
  •  1-cup flour, or use instant tapioca as a thickener.

Mix together and let rest while making pie dough.

Pie Dough, enough for 2 double-crust pies

  • 4 cups flour
  • 2 cups shortening
  • 1-1/2 tsp. salt
  • 1 cup very cold water
  • Butter for top of berry filling

Mix flour and salt together with a fork. Cut shortening into flour with two knives. Handle lightly and make into pea-sized crumbs. Add water gradually and mix with a fork until dough barely sticks together. Divide the dough into two balls.

Roll out 2/3 of dough on a lightly floured surface. Turn once. Roll thin. Roll onto rolling pin and place it over a 9 x 13-glass pan. Fit the dough into the pan, pressing lightly to fit it into the corners. Be careful not to puncture dough.

Roll out last 1/3 piece of dough and set aside.

Add blackberry filling to pan. Sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar if desired. Add dollops of butter. Place second piece of rolled-out dough over the berry mixture. Bring sides of bottom crust onto top and cut off excess. Top should be solidly covered with dough. Make slits or designs so cobbler breathes while baking. Sprinkle top with brown or white sugar and cinnamon.

Bake at 425-degrees for 15 minutes. Reduce heat to 350-degrees and bake another 30-40 minutes until crust is golden brown and berries bubble up through slits in the top.

Cool thoroughly on a rack.  Serve with vanilla ice cream. Accept compliments graciously.

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If you like Sassy, Danger and Mystery, you'll love my any-age novels. Silki, the Girl of Many Scarves: SUMMER OF THE ANCIENT and Silki, the Girl of Many Scarves: CANYON OF DOOM are available at your nearest Barnes & Noble Bookseller, on this website, Amazon, B&N.com and more. For your convenience, it’s also available on Kindlethe Nook and most other eBook readers.

Book Three of the Silki trilogy, VALLEY OF SHADOWS, launches fall 2016. Here's a quick synopsis:

Bummed that yet another summer has passed all too quickly, Silki and her best friend Birdie head out for one last hurrah at the Navajo Nation Fair. When the fun is overshadowed by the theft of a famous horse, Silki is plunged into a baffling adventure teeming with international undercurrents and intrigue. What’s more, boy-crazy Birdie is fluttering her eyelashes at Silki’s good-looking, visiting cousin at every turn, and Rez legend Old Man Concho is coughing up secrets dating back to 1942. What possible connection could he have to the Japanese tourists, and will Silki discover an ancient truth about the Valley of Shadows in time to save Lava, the leader of the Ghost Herd, as well as salvage her own broken heart?

Meet my CANYON OF DOOM AND VALLEY OF SHADOWS illustrator, the Drawing Hands.

Jodi Lea Stewart was born in Texas and grew up in Apache County on a cattle ranch near Concho, Arizona. She left the University of Arizona in Tucson to move to San Francisco, where she learned about peace, love and exactly what she didn't want to do with her life. Since then, Jodi graduated summa cum laude with a BS in Business Management, raised two children, worked as an electro-mechanical drafter, penned humor columns for a college periodical, wrote regional western articles and served as managing editor of a Fortune company newsletter. She currently resides in Texas and New Mexico with her husband, two Standard poodles, two rescue cats and numerous gigantic, bossy houseplants. SUMMER OF THE ANCIENT is Jodi's debut novel and Book One of the Silki, the Girl of Many Scarves trilogy. CANYON OF DOOM came next, and VALLEY OF SHADOWS hits the shelves summer of 2016, completing this exciting and fun adventure-mystery set in the Navajo Nation. Next on the horizon? A historical mystery novel set in the 1930s told through the eyes of a sharecropper's daughter.

Berries, Pants, and Chiggers . . . Oh Yeah!


My Aunt Dobbie held certain religious views and didn’t, no ma’am, allow any of us girls to wear “blue jeans,” shorts, or sleeveless blouses.

Not her four daughters. Not any niece who came to visit or stay for the summer. *that would be me*

Back home in Arizona, I lived in jeans. I mean, whoever heard of riding horses, hunting arrowheads and climbing rocks in a dress?

And so it was:

Arizona – pants and shorts.

Missouri – dresses, skirts with modest blouses and flat shoes. Oh, and endless time at church, which I realize now, never hurt me one bit.

Blackberry Pickin’ Time!

Blackberries grew lush and wild along the Missouri roads and in the fields, often hugging saggy wire fences that had already lain down to die. About midsummer, Aunt Dobbie announced it was time to go berry pickin’. We  girls whooped with joy!

It didn’t matter if we turned into raisins in the sweltering sun.

It didn’t matter that we were helpless sacrifices to the gazillions of chiggers waiting in the weeds around the blackberry bushes.

All that mattered was my cousin Terry, and my brothers – Lee and Gene – had to fork over enough pairs of Levis and J.C. Penney denims to outfit a pack of girls gone wild with pantamania! It was even more fun because they didn’t like doing it.

Wearing those forbidden pants, we were strong! We were invincible!

It’s odd, but by midsummer, I was completely indoctrinated into my Missouri  lifestyle – I didn’t even think about the fact that I had a closet full of the contraband clothes at home. Kind of summertime amnesia, I think.

Tromping toward the blackberry patches in our jeans with old, misshapen buckets on our arms, we’d hear the collective chant of the chiggers on the wind.

“Fresh skin ‘a comin’! Fresh flesh!” We weren’t fazed.

If you’ve ever picked wild blackberries, you know the havoc the briars wreak on skin and clothes. Though we were fully covered from our collarbones to our toes, at day’s end we still looked as if someone had beat us soundly with a cuckold burr strap. And the itching! That started a few hours into the berry pickin’.

Another hazard for me was hair loss. My long braids often became tangled in the thorny brambles.  I’d screech until someone stepped through weeds and briars lying on the ground to rescue me. Due to the pitch of my screech, it didn’t take long.

Chigger-Fest!

When we finished, we were sunburned, slashed and itching like crazy, but we had enough blackberries to sell and make money for the household. That was a big deal.

That night, we girls gathered in a bedroom with the door closed. We compared our hundreds of scratches and chigger bites. We pricked the top of the bites with the end of a safety pin, doused them with alcohol and howled bloody murder. Then we laughed our heads off. Our chigger bites and scratched bodies were like war medals, and we wore them proudly.

Next day, we took our blackberries to town, split up and sold them, all except for a few Aunt Dobbie saved over for a cobbler and a half dozen jars of blackberry jam. We were grinning and scratching *chigger bites itch for several days* when we happily turned our “berry money” over to Aunt Dobbie. The money was crucial – my aunt was a widow raising lots of kids and welcoming any others that straggled in or stayed for the summer.

*that would be my brothers and me*

We all walked a little taller and straighter knowing we helped put food on the table by selling blackberries.

My Aunt Dobbie’s Cure for Unruly Younguns.  

I can’t discuss my Aunt Dobbie without mentioning her mode of discipline. Many times, we were insufferable. I say “we” because I, the youngest, tagged along with all the others no matter what. It took a lot of sassing and disobedience to get her worked up. When her last button was pushed, it was time for a whipping. It went like this:

*did I mention she was a small lady?*

We all had to lie face down on a bed, side-by-side. She’d slap across our rears with a belt three or four times. I never felt it. Not one time. Everyone started weeping and wailing, so I did, too. I found out years later my cousins and brothers were fake-crying so Aunt Dobbie would keep the whippings short.

Did she know? No way to tell, but I have a stinking suspicion she knew about everything. My heart still yearns for those memories so long ago.

I’m sharing one of our family blackberry cobbler recipes in Chuckwagons & Campfires. It’s a huge, two-crust cobbler that will have everyone begging for your recipe. Check it out. Even better, make one!

Blackberries and their thorny bushes are extraordinary. For example, did you know blackberry leaves were once used as a hair dye? And that blackberries rank the highest in preserving cancer-fighting levels of antioxidants? In addition, cooking and freezing them doesn’t affect their phytochemical properties!

What about you? Have you ever picked blackberries out in the wild? What are the ways you enjoy blackberries?

Just for fun . . .

John, you keep up the good work not using unauthorized media and you'll make General!

John, you keep up the good work not using unauthorized media and you’ll make General!

 

 

 

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Feel free to wander around my website. It's guaranteed non-toxic.

If you like Sassy, Danger and Mystery, you'll love my any-age novels. Silki, the Girl of Many Scarves: SUMMER OF THE ANCIENT and Silki, the Girl of Many Scarves: CANYON OF DOOM are available at your nearest Barnes & Noble Bookseller, on this website, Amazon, B&N.com and more. For your convenience, it’s also available on Kindlethe Nook and most other eBook readers.

Book Three of the Silki trilogy, VALLEY OF SHADOWS, launches fall 2016. Here's a quick synopsis:

Bummed that yet another summer has passed all too quickly, Silki and her best friend Birdie head out for one last hurrah at the Navajo Nation Fair. When the fun is overshadowed by the theft of a famous horse, Silki is plunged into a baffling adventure teeming with international undercurrents and intrigue. What’s more, boy-crazy Birdie is fluttering her eyelashes at Silki’s good-looking, visiting cousin at every turn, and Rez legend Old Man Concho is coughing up secrets dating back to 1942. What possible connection could he have to the Japanese tourists, and will Silki discover an ancient truth about the Valley of Shadows in time to save Lava, the leader of the Ghost Herd, as well as salvage her own broken heart?

Meet my CANYON OF DOOM AND VALLEY OF SHADOWS illustrator, the Drawing Hands.

Jodi Lea Stewart was born in Texas and grew up in Apache County on a cattle ranch near Concho, Arizona. She left the University of Arizona in Tucson to move to San Francisco, where she learned about peace, love and exactly what she didn't want to do with her life. Since then, Jodi graduated summa cum laude with a BS in Business Management, raised two children, worked as an electro-mechanical drafter, penned humor columns for a college periodical, wrote regional western articles and served as managing editor of a Fortune company newsletter. She currently resides in Texas and New Mexico with her husband, two Standard poodles, two rescue cats and numerous gigantic, bossy houseplants. SUMMER OF THE ANCIENT is Jodi's debut novel and Book One of the Silki, the Girl of Many Scarves trilogy. CANYON OF DOOM came next, and VALLEY OF SHADOWS hits the shelves summer of 2016, completing this exciting and fun adventure-mystery set in the Navajo Nation. Next on the horizon? A historical mystery novel set in the 1930s told through the eyes of a sharecropper's daughter.