There is something I probably haven’t shared with you much before. I am married to a man that is obsessed with growing food. Here in Florida, it’s not the easiest undertaking to plant and care for a garden full of food in the heat of summer. We have had occasional success with growing jalapeno peppers, strawberries, and green peppers in our raised beds, but by the time we are picking and eating from the garden, it feels like we put a lot of time and energy into a garden that gives us little reward. Good thing we mostly do it for the hobby part of it, to have something to do, to teach our kids about where foods come from, and to make one less trip to a store to buy fruits or veggies from a plastic container.
One thing we have had great luck with planting is fruit trees. A new part of his planting obsession, I have to be careful letting him go out anymore because he always comes home with new trees to plant. We have the usual orange, lemon, grapefruit and lime trees that we all enjoy watching bloom. Also, our yard is full of not so usual olive trees, a fig tree (that was here and huge and well established when we bought the house), some blueberries, and last weekend we added 6 kiwi trees to our yard. I can’t wait for those. Kiwis are one of my favorite fruits but I never buy them.
There is something so completely charming to me about stepping outside my house and walking to a tree to pick fruit from it and to feed my family something yummy from it. I love that my kids can go from swinging on the swings or playing soccer in the yard to stopping all of that and wanting to have a snack from our yard. And it makes my husband happy to think he’s one step closer to feeding us the day that there is no more food in the grocery store. I sort of joke, but he really does worry about such things.
Two years ago, I took the kids to a local nursery and let them each pick a tree that they wanted to bring home. They could pick anything. My daughter picked a mulberry tree and my son, who does everything she does, chose one too. We came home that day with two scrawny mulberry trees and I was told we’d get berries from them in about 7 years. Imagine my delight when it was blossoming last year and this spring we have had more mulberries than I knew what to do with. We are picking new ripe berries from the trees every day right now. While my kids love just snacking on them and throwing them into their yogurt, I had so many that I realized I’d have to start baking with them to use them up.
Last week, I was cleaning out my kitchen cupboards and found that I have 5 pie dishes. FIVE. I have never in my life baked a pie. Or used one of those glass pie plates. Why do I have them? Where did they come from? Probably just another example of something someone gave me and I kept because I am supposed to have pie plates. So, yesterday, I put one to use and made a mulberry cobbler.
To get started, I sent a helper outside to pick a bunch of mulberries for me
Then I gave her a bath!
Here’s what you’ll need to make one of your own:
- 2 cups mulberries
- 1/3 cup brown sugar
- 6 tablespoons butter
- 3/4 cup of whole wheat flour
- 2 teaspoons baking powder
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 3/4 cup milk
What to do:
- Rinse the mulberries with water. You do not need to remove the stems.
- Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
- In a bowl combine the mulberries with the sugar. Mix well.
- Melt the butter and pour it into a pan. Cover the bottom of the pan with the melted butter.
- In a seperate bowl, combine the flour, baking powder and salt. Mix well. Add the milk to the mixture to make batter.
- Pour the batter evenly into the glass pan. The butter will come up around the edges, that’s okay.
- Spoon mulberries evenly over batter.
- Bake for 40 minutes.
I am sure this would be delicious served with vanilla ice cream. We had our servings yesterday with French Vanilla yogurt and that was quite yummy as well.