Mrs. Smith’s Peach Cobbler

Serving: 1/8 cobbler, 4oz
Calories:240 per serving
Calories from Fat: 70
Fat: 12%, 8g
Saturated Fat: 18%, 3.5g
Trans Fat: 0%, 0g
Cholesterol: 0%, 0mg
Sodium: 8%, 200mg
Protein: 2g
Carbohydrates: 14%, 41g
Fiber: 4%, 1g
Sugar: 21g
Weight Watchers Points: 5 Points

Mrs. Smith says: Every Mrs. Smith’s cobbler is carefully crafted from the finest ingredients, with plump, sweet fruit packed inside our famous golden crust. You bake them fresh, filling your home with that unmistakably warm, appetizing aroma and a timeless sense of anticipation.

Abi says: Like almost every baked good ever produced, this cobbler filled our home with a sense of anticipation. Who doesn’t like fruit baked into its own little pastry coffin? Okay, probably a bunch of you. Also, I shouldn’t have used the word ‘coffin’ there, but that was the first thing I thought of, followed by ’straightjacket’, ‘thermos’ and ‘mummy wraps’. Hey, its Monday.

And just like Mondays, this fruit concoction disappointed everyone. Everyone being me and my husband, who are human beings. I am sure the cocker spaniel-sized raccoons that roam the Stanford Campus totally loved it.

A large part of that disappointment stemmed from the experience gained while making cobblers from scratch. The gist of it is that you take fresh fruit, slice it thinly or cube it, add spices and sugar as preferred, then pour it in a buttered baking dish and cover with a biscuit, pastry, or crumb topping. And bake. Baking is important.

The hardest part of it is the peeling and slicing, so you’d think that the folks at Mrs. Smith’s would have access to amazing degrees of peeling and/or slicing equipment and thus could whip together a passable cobbler is no time flat. But you’d be wrong. The peach filling here included three variants of corn syrup, a boatload of food coloring and a sense of being hoodwinked. Instead of an inside-out version of the delectable, this “cobbler” was akin to dumping a can of peaches into a tinfoil dish, adding food coloring and topping it with an untreated block of puff-pastry.

Each bite (and I admit, I only took three bites) was a harshly starchy reminder that this was not a dessert to be consumed by human mouths. However, if you have a family friend with a jaw wired shut and you’re looking for desserts that already contain tons of liquids and very few solids, this could work.

Personally, I just ate the ice cream and vowed never to never again trust Mrs. Smith with fruit. Or pastry.

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