Blackberry Cobbler

The other day, as I was perusing my cookbooks in search of the week’s menu, I found a yummy-looking recipe for peach cobbler. 
“Peach cobbler!” I said, “Yum!” and set about writing down the ingredients on my grocery list. 
“Actually, you know what sounds good?” replied my loving husband, “Blackberry cobbler.  Yum!”. 
So I looked for a recipe for blackberry cobbler.  It has strange (read: icky sounding) ingredients, and you’re supposed to cook it in a slow cooker.  Yea, I know, right?  
So today, after I put Blythe down for her afternoon nap, Alison and I got to cookin’.  We had ripped open approximately 10 packets of sugar-in-the-raw trying to come up with 3/4 cup of ‘granulated sugar’ before I thought I’d better check.  Because I thought, if it was regular sugar it would just say, “sugar” right?  But what is granulated sugar?  So I googled it, and duh.  “Granulated sugar” is just plain table sugar.  Why didn’t they just SAY so?  Alison made it through the “bottom layer”, which is mixing the berries with the (plain old regular) sugar and instant tapioca pudding (what?), before I had to send her to the other room.  For eating sugar under the guise of “smoothing it out”.  And then claiming the sugar around her lips got there by accident while she stirred.
(Does this look oddly like bugs to anyone else?)

So then came the top layer, which involved flour, brown sugar, nutmeg and some other stuff.  I had to open a new package to get the amount of sug’ I needed, and has anyone else noticed that packaging is getting harder and harder to open all the time?
(How on earth am I going to reseal THAT?)
The recipe says it takes 15 minutes of prep time, 4 hours of slow-cooker cook time before you can enjoy your blackberry cobbler.  But maybe leaving the laptop open on the stove was a mistake.

Length of prep time when reading your favorite daily blogs while you stir: approximately the length of a 10-month-old’s afternoon nap (an hour, give or take).


There’s the crock pot, all full of cobbler.  And Alison, in heaven.

So how did it taste, you ask?  Honestly?  Kinda icky.  Just like I thought.