By Sheri Hopkins, Lifestyle Contributor
Hello everyone! Hope all the mothers had a wonderful Mother’s Day. I enjoyed the day with my son Jacob, my E’s, my brother and his wife. We had a good dinner and fellowship. I got a text from my daughter, daughter-in-law, Jimmy and Jessica. Jacob text me also, but I told him Buff Jimmy beat him to it. I love picking on Jacob. Then he has the nerve to tell me he wants a motorcycle. Noooooo, over my dead body. When I die, I guess he can get one on my dime and I won’t know anything about it. Thank the Lord for his sweet wife, she told him no! He loves to get me all worked up. So thankful for my children and grandchildren.
All this rain we have been having brought back a falling memory I had. It was about this time of year and late one night I decided to take some trash to the dumpster and the ground was wet. I stepped off the driveway onto the dirt and that’s the last I remember. I must have hit my head, I was covered in mud, the neighbor’s cat was nuzzling me and now I had to try to figure out how to get up. I was flat of my back. I guess I hit my head on the concrete driveway when I fell. I know Mansfield thought they felt a tremor from an earthquake, but it was just me. I was like a turtle on its back. I finally wallered around till I got up. Walked back to the house covered in mud and had to shower and clean up. That’s just one of many. One time there was a big snow on the ground and when that happened Janie Graves would work in Mansfield instead of Waldron. When we got off work, Glenda Hurt and Meagan Clark picked us up in a four-wheel drive pickup to take us home. They get to my house and I get out of truck to walk to the house and down I go. I could hear them talking and saying, “where’s Sheri?” “Where did she go?” They all got out of the truck to find me underneath the truck where I slid. It took all three of them to get me up and mobile. I can laugh now but at the time it’s not too funny. Some of my friends like to make jokes like Curtis and ask me if I’m using a walker or a cane. If I used a cane, I’d be too tempted to whack someone with it. Just kidding, not really, I probably would.
This week’s recipe is lemon cobbler. I feel about cobbler the same way I do about dump cakes. I love, love them.
LEMON COBBLER
1 stick butter (if you use real butter it just tastes better)
1 cup flour all-purpose
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup sugar
1 cup buttermilk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 teaspoon lemon extract
21 oz. can of lemon pie filling
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place the stick of butter in a 9×9 baking dish and place in the oven till melted. In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, and salt. Add the sugar and whisk to combine. Pour the buttermilk, vanilla extract and lemon extract and whisk just until combined. Pour the batter evenly over the melted butter, do not stir. Spoon the lemon pie filing over the batter. Bake at 350 degrees for 45-55 minutes until the edges of the cobbler are golden brown. Ovens vary so keep an eye on this, you don’t want it to get too brown. You may have to lower the time. Serve with some vanilla ice cream or whip cream and enjoy. Have a blessed week and remember kindness is one thing you can’t give away; it always comes back.
