Stone fruit season is upon us and I couldn't resist buying some plums last week. Of course, I had every intention of putting them "au naturel" into the Big Guy's lunch box but somehow the thought of a warm from the oven cobbler seemed far more attractive.
Without a recipe in sight, I simply whipped up a shortbread crumble and sprinkled some into the bottom of a couple of 10 ounce ramekins. Topped off with a sliced plum and a half each, the little beauties were dressed with a mixture of egg, sugar, sour cream, and vanilla before a dusting with the rest of the crumbs. A half hour later, a the golden ramekins emerged from the oven oozing fruity goodness to a symphony of rattling spoons and groans of ectasy. Dee-ricious. So good in fact, they needed not one speck of icecream or whipped cream of any kind, and you all know how I love me some cream!
Black Plum Cobbler (an original from JBug’s Kitchen)
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons sugar
Dash of salt
6 Tablespoons cold butter
Combine flour, sugar and salt in a small bowl. With a pastry blender, cut butter into dry ingredients until small crumbs. Set aside.
2/3 cup sugar
1/2 cup sour cream
1 tablespoon half and half
2 teaspoons vanilla
Dash of salt
3 black plums, stoned and sliced into wedges
In a small bowl whisk together sugar, eggs, sour cream, half and half, vanilla and salt until well combined. Spray 2 – 10 ounce ramekins with cooking spray and place on a sheet pan to catch any drips. Sprinkle one quarter of the dry ingredients into the bottom of each ramekin and top with black plum wedges. Pour sugar/egg/cream mixture over top of plums, splitting the liquid between the two ramekins. Top with remainder of the crumbs. Bake in preheated 350 oven for 30 minutes or until the top is golden, filling is set and bubbling. Serve warm. Serves 2 Download Black Plum Cobbler
By the way, if you're wondering what we had for dinner last night, the Big Guy grilled some baby back ribs on the barbecue and I whipped up a potato salad. See it and weep! Sorry there will be no recipes. The Big Guy doesn't share his secrets and as for the potato salad, I didn't write one single solitary thing down.