Sunday, February 11, 2018

Easy Peach Cobbler
Southern Living

1/2 cup unsalted butter 
1 cup all-purpose flour 
2 cups sugar, divided into 1 cup portions
1 cup milk
1 tablespoon baking powder 
Pinch of salt 
4 cups fresh peach slices 
1 tablespoon lemon juice 
Ground cinnamon or nutmeg (optional) 


  1. Melt butter in a 13- x 9-inch baking dish or casserole.
  2. Combine flour, 1 cup sugar, baking powder, and salt; add milk, stirring just until dry ingredients are moistened. Pour batter over butter (do not stir).
  3. Bring remaining 1 cup sugar, peach slices, and lemon juice to a boil over high heat, stirring constantly; pour over batter (do not stir). Sprinkle with cinnamon, if desired.
  4. Bake at 375° for 40 to 45 minutes or until golden brown. Serve cobbler warm or cool.


  • You can use frozen peaches, or canned, or cherries or blueberries or blackberries or raspberries, or a mixture. Consider draining some of the syrup off and adjusting the sugar for canned fruit. 
  • You absolutely do not need 1 cup of sugar in the fruit mixture. Adjust the sugar after tasting the fruit, especially if you're using canned or sugar-packed frozen fruit. You want to taste the fruit, but you also want to have a fruit juice and sugar syrup that thickens (and you can cheat by adding a little flour or corn starch and using less sugar). 
  • With some judicious pouring and butter distribution, you can use smaller individual cobbler dishes. 
  • Serve with ice cream on warm cobbler, or even heavy cream. 

Monday, September 23, 2013

Rachel Maddow on Coming Out

The single best thing about coming out of the closet is that nobody can insult you by telling you what you've just told them. —Rachel Maddow

Rachel Maddow on Feminism

Feminism is itself a challenge. Feminism is a challenge to the way things are in the world. It is by definition an oppositional movement, because it’s trying to accomplish something. I’ve never felt like feminism was a consciousness raising effort in isolation. Everything about feminism is about getting something in the world to get better for women, and to get the world to be less stupid on gender bifurcation terms. I think that feminism over time gets better, or it gets better and worse and better and worse at achieving the goals that it’s trying to achieve, but the overall mission stays the same. I guess I don’t think of it as feminism versus anti-feminism; I sort of think of it as feminism versus the world. I don’t think of it as a competition; there’s no winning. In feminism, you’re always trying to make stuff better. It’s opposition to which you cannot attribute a tally. —Rachel Maddow

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Let's face it, writing is hell.

I get a fine, warm feeling when I’m doing well, but that pleasure is pretty much negated by the pain of getting started each day. Let’s face it, writing is hell.

William Styron (June 11, 1925–November 1, 2006). Interviewed in The Paris Review. (Spring 1954,
No. 5).

Styron wrote The Confessions of Nat Turner (1967) and Sophie's Choice (1979, among other things.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

In years of travel, I've realized you can judge a culture by how much they want to feed you. Some people couldn't care less if you eat, other people literally refuse to continue a scene unless everyone stops and eats something. A chef's ego wants things to taste good, their heart wants to feed you. A cinematographer's ego wants to make things beautiful, their heart just wants to tell the truth. Zach Zamboni,  cinematographer and Mainer

Monday, January 30, 2012

"You're an Idiot and Shouldn't Be Allowed Near a Keyboard"

This is a cartoon from 1996.

It used to be next to my desk:

I don't think I'd ever say this to a user, but there are users who suck up more time, money and resources in tech support than they will ever contribute to a community or a company or a university.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Chaucer on Sleep

“Rather then that I shulde deye
Through defaute of sleping thus,
I wolde yive thilke Morpheus,
Or his goddesse, dame Juno,
Or som wight elles, I ne roghte who—
To make me slepe and have som rest—
I wil yive him the alderbest
Yift that ever he abood his lyve,
And here on warde, right now, as blyve;
If he wol make me slepe a lyte,
Of downe of pure dowves whyte
I wil yive him a fether-bed,
Rayed with golde, and right wel cled
In fyn blak satin doutremere,
And many a pilow, and every bere
Of clothe of Reynes, to slepe softe;
Him thar not nede to turnen ofte.
And I wol yive him al that falles
To a chambre; and al his halles
I wol do peynte with pure golde,
And tapite hem ful many folde
Of oo sute; this shal he have,
Yf I wiste wher were his cave,
If he can make me slepe sone,
As did the goddesse Alcione (Chaucer The Boke of the Duchess. ll. 240–256)."