Recipe: What the F**k Ever Peach Crumble
This recipe is somewhat based on What the F**k Ever Brownies, my favorite half-assed recipe ever. I decided I wanted peach crumble but I didn't feel like taking the time to make it properly, since it was 8:30 at night at the time of baking. This "recipe" is good if you're just want something sweet in about 40 minutes. Not recommended for an in-law visit.
What the f**k ever peach crumble
Ingredients
a peach or two
brown sugar
some flour
non-brown sugar
butter
cinammon. nutmeg too if you have it. I didn't.
Get a pan or something and butter it. Do the sides, too.
Peel the peaches or single peach and pit it. Cut it in slices. Or chunks. Whatever floats your boat.
Add brown sugar into the peaches. Until it's syrupy. Toss it in the pie plate.
Clean bowl.
Add some flour. Enough. 3/4 cup? Yeah, that sounds right.
Add about as much non-brown sugar as you did flour. Add some cinnanutmeg, too.
Cut some cold-ish butter into pats. Maybe two tablespoons.
Cut that stuff in with a pastry knife cutter thing til crumbly.
Crap, it's not crumbly enough. Add more butter.
Getting stuck on the pastry thing. Clean if off by hand. Lick crumble mixture off fingers when no one is looking.
Sprinkle crumble mixture on top of brown-sugar peaches in pie plate.
Toss that stuff in the oven at 375 F or something. That worked for me.
Set phone timer for 30 minutes since I can't find the egg timer and this apartment has un-technological ovens with no built-in timer.
Do hair. Screw around on the Internet. Do hair some more.
Quack Quack.
Why did I set alarm to make a duck sound?
Oh well.
Take out the crumble.
Geemaneez that's hot.
Set the timer for 20 minutes so it can cool.
Quack Quack.
Eat crumble with boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Or by yourself. Whatever.
What the f**k ever peach crumble
Ingredients
a peach or two
brown sugar
some flour
non-brown sugar
butter
cinammon. nutmeg too if you have it. I didn't.
Get a pan or something and butter it. Do the sides, too.
Peel the peaches or single peach and pit it. Cut it in slices. Or chunks. Whatever floats your boat.
Add brown sugar into the peaches. Until it's syrupy. Toss it in the pie plate.
Clean bowl.
Add some flour. Enough. 3/4 cup? Yeah, that sounds right.
Add about as much non-brown sugar as you did flour. Add some cinnanutmeg, too.
Cut some cold-ish butter into pats. Maybe two tablespoons.
Cut that stuff in with a pastry knife cutter thing til crumbly.
Crap, it's not crumbly enough. Add more butter.
Getting stuck on the pastry thing. Clean if off by hand. Lick crumble mixture off fingers when no one is looking.
Sprinkle crumble mixture on top of brown-sugar peaches in pie plate.
Toss that stuff in the oven at 375 F or something. That worked for me.
Set phone timer for 30 minutes since I can't find the egg timer and this apartment has un-technological ovens with no built-in timer.
Do hair. Screw around on the Internet. Do hair some more.
Quack Quack.
Why did I set alarm to make a duck sound?
Oh well.
Take out the crumble.
Geemaneez that's hot.
Set the timer for 20 minutes so it can cool.
Quack Quack.
Eat crumble with boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Or by yourself. Whatever.