This Peach Cobbler Recipe Is So Easy, My Husband Made It Twice In 24 Hours

I have always been an avid planner. A spontaneous road trip? Couldn’t be me. Not RSVP’ing to an event? I shudder at the thought. The iPhone Note I share with my husband called “Hodes Fam Calendar” tells us where we need to be until death do us part. So it’s safe to say that I’ve taken well to the structure that often comes with parenting. Monday mornings, the nap mat is clean and ready to go to daycare. Saturdays are for swim lessons. And you best believe the extra outfit and towel are packed for Wednesday splash pad days every Tuesday night. I can’t help it, y’all. It’s one of my qualities we can blame on my mother with certainty. 

With all this planning is also the usually maligned task of meal planning. Notice I said “planning,” not “prepping.” Lucky for me, my husband does most of the cooking in our house. The planning, though—that’s me. I keep the grocery list going and make note when we’re about to run out of something, and I plan what meals we (read: he) should make that week based on what’s about to go bad in the fridge or what’s on sale at the store. Since we have a toddler who needs to be fed practically constantly, there aren’t many impromptu dinner forays around our house. Sure, we’ll decide on Friday afternoon where we’re going to eat out that night, but it was decided well before Wednesday that we would be eating out Friday night. I’m a joy to be married to, I know. 

There’s a viral post from the meme account @henpecked_hal that I’ve seen floating around X and Instagram about this exact scenario: “You have no kids. It’s 6:30 PM. You don’t know what you’re doing for dinner but there’s excitement in the air. Will you cook? Will you go out? You don’t know, but the world’s your oyster. 

You have kids. It’s 2:30 PM. You don’t know what you’re doing for dinner. Fear sets in.”

So when our friend called us Saturday morning around 10 AM to see if we wanted to come over for a cookout that very night, it felt almost reckless that we didn’t already have this event on the shared agenda. We asked what we could bring, and they said a side and/or dessert. My head immediately started spinning with recipes we could make that would be quick and easy enough to make during naptime. My husband suggested his favorite coleslaw recipe we’ve made several times before. All we’d need to buy was a head of cabbage, carrots, and one onion, and it could chill in the fridge all afternoon. Perfect. Done. Planned. 

But then he said, “Why don’t we make a cobbler with those peaches we need to use up?” My Type-A senses started tingling. A side and a dessert? During naptime? And how would the logistics work? Would we prep it before and bake it there? Bake it before and heat it up there? This wasn’t in the iPhone Note! 

I told him we absolutely could bring a cobbler…if he made it. I wanted no part in that business. I looked up “Southern Living Easy Peach Cobbler” and knew it was the correct path forward. With just six ingredients (only one of which we didn’t have on hand) and very little elbow grease on the part of the recipe-maker, it was the one. 

How To Make Easy Peach Cobbler

• Prep peaches: The only part about this recipe that’s at all laborious is slicing the peaches. For peach cobbler, my husband prefers the texture without the skin, so he also peeled them, which was the most time consuming hands-on portion of the process. So if you don’t mind the skin on, you’ll save yourself a bit of time and effort.
• Melt butter: Once your peaches are prepped, melt a stick of butter in your baking dish.
• Mix: Next, mix together flour, sugar, milk, and vanilla, and pour that over the melted butter. Resist the urge to stir, y’all! My husband also added about a teaspoon of cinnamon (but he admittedly measured with his heart) to the batter for a bit of warmth in the final product.
• Spoon: Spoon the peaches over the batter and butter in the pan. Again, fight the temptation to stir! My husband also sprinkled a bit of cinnamon on top at this point.
• Bake: Pop it in the oven to bake, and about 50 minutes later (with our old oven, it was closer to 55), you have fresh peach cobbler with a beautifully browned top. Of course, you can’t forget to grab some vanilla ice cream to pair with it, or make it from scratch, if you have longer than a naptime to spare. 

The Reviews

After the cookout Saturday night, there was barely a sliver of a slice left in the pan. One of my friends even said, “This is the best peach cobbler I’ve ever had.” I happily couldn’t take a lick of credit for it.

On Sunday, my husband casually mentioned that we still had enough peaches to make another cobbler. “For who?” I said. “Us.” Of course. He’d been bitten by the baking bug, and I wasn’t going to stop his momentum. “I’m not going to complain, but again, I’m not making it.” So he did. And within a 24-hour span, two beautiful and delicious peach cobblers had been baked in our oven. After discovering how easy it truly is to whip up a peach cobbler via this recipe, I have a feeling my summer is going to include many more.