As I've mentioned before, my older brothers were boy scouts. This meant that once every summer all the troops families would get together for a family camping trip. The boys would spend their days earning their camping merit badges, and the families would hang out in the woods, go hiking, splash in the river. At night, the Scoutmaster, Mr. Pankow, would teach the boys how to cook campfire meals for their families (especially their pesky little sisters), and every year, he would make the best dessert that ever came from an outdoor fire: cherry cobbler. It was one of my favorite things about summer, and cobbler remains one of my favorite "rustic" desserts.
I've never baked on a campfire, and I'm not sure I really want to bother with camping just to get that flavor. But- I was at the store the other day and saw some amazing looking blackberries. Impulsively (because really, what do I do that isn't impulsive?) I bought some, and whipped together a couple of individual cobblers for Pitchfork and me. It was super easy, AND they were A-MAZING! (Especially with Caramel Caribou cream!)
