Grandma’s Blackberry Cobbler

ThisBlackberry cobblermade with blackberries, black raspberries, or red raspberries and a flaky pie crust is a favorite family dessert passed down by my grandmother.

Where This Recipe Comes From:

I originally wrote this post to celebrate my grandpa’s life, and that celebration will forever come in the form of food — specifically his and my favorite blackberry cobbler recipe that my grandma perfected. I decided to share a piece of my heart with you by sharing part of the last letter I ever wrote to my grandpa, who we lost in 2013.

Grandma said that she sat on the bed and held his hand on a Sunday, the day before he died, and read it aloud to him. She told me he was sleeping, but she was sure he was still listening. The letter helps to explain this dish and its deep sentimental meaning for me.

Grandma makes this blackberry cobbler for every family function, dinner, and holiday. The actual cobbler part is a lot more like pie crust than it is a traditional cake orbiscuit-like cobbler. This is how Grandma makes it, and it’s so good.

So, here’s my and grandpa’s favorite dessert. I made it the week he passed and got all teared up when I bit into the flaky crust and warm berries. He would have approved of how the recipe turned out.

A Letter to my Grandpa:

Dear Grandpa-

I just wanted to write and tell you some of my favorite things about you and my most precious memories of childhood.

Let me start by saying that I am heart-broken that I can’t be with you right now. I’d love to be in the living room and smell the wood smoke from a warm fire, to eat some ofGrandma’s noodlesandsheet cake, to hear your peacocks cawing in the trees, and to ask you about the day you met Grandma. I’d like to hold your strong weathered hand and tell you just how grateful I am for you. The miles between you and I won’t allow for that though so a letter is in order. I hope that it counts for something.

Childhood was magic for me. I loved being part of a big family and I have you and grandma to thank for that. I loved playing on Sundays with the cousins, salted watermelon by the log cabin (“Don’t eat the seeds… It’ll make a watermelon grow in your stomach!”), collecting peacock feathers, canning with Mom in the barn, and picking whole truck beds full of corn to shuck in the pasture. I loved sledding down your hill, playing in the creek all summer long, picking your apples and making cider, and hearing you tell about your days as a SeaBee in Egypt building runways.

All that magic is still in my heart. I want a similar rural life for my kids and my family. I want the heritage and tradition of hard work and a life well lived surrounded by family. I can’t wait to have turkeys and peacocks of my own, and I think of you every time I go out to feed my hens. I love that farm and everything you’ve built it to be.

One of my favorite memories is burnt cookies. Whenever we’d make chocolate chip cookies at our house and left a pan in the oven too long, the cookies got dark. We didn’t like dark cookies, and so mom would just say, “Put them in a bag, and we’ll take them to Grandpa. He likes a dark cookie.” Whether that was true or not, I still think of you every time I bake a batch of cookies too long, which happens more than I like to admit.

I loved picking raspberries with you and Dad. The weather was always muggy with heavy dew on the shaded plants that got my socks wet as we walked. I think the best part of berry picking was having grandma’s cobbler all winter long! I also loved setting lines for catfish and then going back in the morning to see what had happened over night. My favorite part was watching you and Dad catch bait fish under a bridge with a net.

I’ll never forget the day that we buried my beloved Daisy Dog on the farm. You dug the hole for her, and that act alone let me know that you love me.

I could go on and on and on. I’m a lucky girl to have the childhood that I did, and you played such a major role in that.

Thank you so much. I love you.

*The cobblers are sitting on the cutting board he made me for my wedding*

Grandpa in the Navy. He lied about his age to get in… such a kid!

Grandma and Grandpa on their wedding day.

Grandma and Grandpa at my wedding.

Ingredients:

For the Crust:

• Flour
• Salt
• Shortening– Original or Butter Flavor
• Cold Water

For the Fruit Filling:

• Black Raspberries, Blackberries, or Red Raspberries– Fresh or Frozen
• Granulated Sugar
• Flour

See recipe card below for full information on ingredients and quantities

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