Peach Cobbler Dutch Oven Style


Grease your Dutch oven and add a pie crust or two. Put in a layer of sliced peaches then sprinkle with brown sugar and cinnamon and add plenty of butter.
Add another pie crust and repeat until you are out of peaches and pie crusts.
You can add the dried fruit to the peaches if you like.
Add the last pie crust and save some of the crust and fashion your brand to put on the top of the crust and it will brown darker than the other crust. Takes about 3 hours and not much fire under the oven.
Pour the rest of the syrup you saved over the dried fruit and keep it by the fire and boil it to reduce it and save until morning and you will have some mighty fine syrup to add to your hot cakes. If it ain't enough, just add more water and brown sugar and boil it a little more and it'll do.
Don't show anybody the packages the pie crusts came in and they'll think you made it yourself. I served this in 2, 18" Dutch ovens to my high school class at our 40th reunion and they ate every bite of it. They even thought I could cook.
Lee, I swear this works and it is good. Use it if you like.


Did you ever have to stay in camp and cook your specialty dish while everyone else got to ride? Well, here's the solution. You can do this in 10 minutes.

Ingredients
6 to 10 refrigerated pie crusts
1 gallon of sliced peaches, drained and save the syrup.
brown sugar
cinnamon
butter or margarine
And if you like, dried prunes, raisins or dried apricots.
Peach Cobbler



Peach Pastel
You Need:
1- cup sugar
1- cup flour
1- cup milk
1- medium can of peaches
1- stick of butter
1- tsp. cinnamon
1- tsp. allspice
1- tsp. baking powder

Melt 1 stick butter in a 14 inch Dutch Oven
Mix the other ingredients together and pour them into the Dutch Oven on top of the melted butter.
I like to cook this fairly slow and watch it close. The longer you cook
this, the more crust it will make.
Any fruit can be substituted for the peaches. Use what you like.


Now let's make some biscuits. I simply take some Bisquick and mix it up with enough water to make a dough that I can spoon out in biscuit size amounts. (This will take a little practice.) I usually put 16 or so biscuits in a 12 inch oven. This size oven is good for biscuits. Each biscuit must be rolled in oil (that's what makes them brown), so add enough oil to your oven to very lightly coat each one as you add them to the oven. Don't worry about their being round. It won't matter. Just crowd them to use up your dough. Now we are ready to add heat. I'm usually in a hurry, so I start with 8 charcoals on the bottom and 12 or so on top. When the biscuits have raised and begin to look like biscuits, reduce the heat on the bottom by two charcoals and cook until the sides begin to pull away from the side of the oven. You will see, as they pull away, that they are also beginning to brown around the edges. When this happens, remove the bottom heat and continue to cook on top until they are as brown and crusty on top as you like them to be . The biscuits will take about 30 minutes. They are very easy to do; always a big hit at your cookout.

Cowboy Poetry

DAY-WORK Cowboy Poetry


Down on the Arizona desert
Where greasewood and ocotillo grows,
There's a lonely little ranch where nobody lives
A place hardly anyone knows.

The corrals are rotting to ruins
They barely bluff a cow.
A garden patch has gone to weeds
The cabin is home to a packrat now.

The new green absentee owner
Called from his condo one day.
Could we go start his pumps,
Receive a few cows, and take along some hay?

It would be a break from our jobs in town
So Loyd and I jumped at the chance.
We promised ourselves not to marry the place,
We were only going for one dance.

Blithely believing we govern our hearts
We let one dance lead to more.
Soon we evicted the packrat
Swept out the cabin and fastened the door.

We've branded each new baby calf
And named a few of the cows.
Fixed pipeline leaks, changed oil in pumps,

But new leaks still drain water tanks,
And neighbor's steers starve baby calves.
Two bulls pulled out and where they've gone
Is anybody's guess.

The little place needs so much care
But the owner has no clue.
We must lock the gate and drive away
With so much left to do.

We long, after all, to marry the place;
What a strange personality quirk.
For those of us born with cow in our heart -
There's no such thing as just "daywork."