Boozy Bourbon Blueberry and Peach Cobbler

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We were on a break…

Yeesh… that’s gonna end well, amiright?

Ross and Rachel.

Robyn and Ted.

Hummus and pickles (trust me.)

Gin and more gin.

Me and carbs.

We all find our way back to our perfect match. Spoiler alert? Oops. But seriously – if you haven’t watched Friends or How I Met Your Mother yet… seriously? My point is that some things are meant to be. If you believe in that kind of thing. Or if you’re a bit more cynical about the mystic plans of the universe, they just work really fucking well together.

And then there are the pairings that aren’t such a great match.

Whitney and Bobby.

Robyn and Barney.

Hangovers and hiking.

Eggplant and anything.

Me and hot (105 degree F) aerobics classes.  Yikes.

But how can you be sure of a great match, while avoiding the pain that comes with the discovery of the ones that aren’t? That’s the epic question, isn’t it? Or at least what we spend most of our lives doing. Avoiding pain. Trying to be happy. Finding our bliss. I myself have been on a wellness journey to uncover and ‘live my truth’ over the last 3 years and I can tell you this: not everything – or everyone – is a good fit. There’s a lot of garbage to distract or confuse us or waste our energy on.  A lot of uncomfortable situations. And a lot of occasions that demand you poop squatted over in a hole in the ground. I mean that figuratively and literally.

I kind of fell in love (a little bit) with Buddhist philosophy when I was trotting the globe, working with clients remotely, and exploring SE Asia last year. They believe the point of all of it is not to pursue pleasure and avoid pain, but rather to experience both with full awareness, neither favoring one nor opposing the other. To stop resisting and accept pain as part of life. I don’t know about you, but my enlightenment-challenged self would rather shit in that hole than eat eggplant. Ever.

…Judge me if you must, but I feel a particularly strong enmity toward eggplant.

But even if I brought myself to experience the yuckiness of eggplant, that’s not to say I can’t feel discomfort and change the circumstances or sources causing it. I have. And you should. Be it eggplant, or whatever else is causing you real pain. But the question then becomes, how much weight will that past experience be carried forward and affect future eggplant interactions? Packing suitcases from one meal to another jam-packed with bad eggplant recipes gets heavy AF.

My philosophical meanderings about eggplant aren’t about eggplant. Clearly. I guess what I’m trying to say is shit happens. Life gets messy. And pain is unavoidable. It’s been a revelation for me over the past year away from the blog that some things fit, and some things don’t. #MindBlown, right? But more importantly, I’ve realized, that that’s okay.

It’s okay to say no. Or yes. Or that you don’t know.

It’s okay to change your beautiful, open mind.

It’s okay to feel how you feel, and to express that in a kind and honest way.

It’s okay to close the damn door and try another. And another. And another.

And sometimes, it’s okay to simply take a break.

Welcome back friends, I’ve missed you.

And to celebrate our reunion, I’ve made a recipe that is one of those perfect matches – boozy bourbon blueberry peach cobbler. Holla! This recipe is a new version of the one in my cookbook, Cooking with Cocktails, and the flavours fit better together than whiskey in a rocks glass. Or any glass, for that matter. In fact, the addition of whiskey to this dessert make it perfect for that shoulder season between high summer and low fall. It’s cozy, fresh, and all kinds of good.

This is the break your mouth has been waiting for.

Disclosure of Material Connection: RedPath Sugar did provide me compensation for the work I did developing a recipe and taking pictures for Instagram. Thank you RedPath for supporting my blog! Regardless, I only recommend, giveaway or share products or services I love, use personally and believe will be good for my readers. I even developed a recipe + blog post out of the kindness of my heart (and growling of my belly!) because I enjoyed the product so much. All opinions, words and information here are entirely accurate and a reflection of my true experience and were not influenced, in any way, by the above mentioned products or companies. Opinions and views are my own. Because that’s how I roll, yo. I’ve never been one to shut my mouth – I’m not going to start now.

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Kristy Gardner
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