This Peach Biscuit Cobbler is the ideal summertime dessert. Cinnamon biscuits and a touch of bourbon in the filling take it over the top!

This site has gone through a lot of identities. If you’ve been around since the beginning (and many of you have, and I love you for it!), you’ve heard me qualify recipes in all sorts of crazy ways.

In this post, I said that mac and cheese wasn’t on brand for me. In this post, I spent ten whole paragraphs venting about my struggles with food guilt, and wrote that eating something with ranch dressing left me with a feeling of self-loathing for days afterward. (Dramatic, but definitely on brand.) Perhaps my favorite weird qualification was when I described the vitamin and mineral content of mushrooms before sharing a portobello pizza recipe.

And, in this post, I summed up the root cause of all this ~food drama~ by detailing my experience with poor body image. I demonized sugar and fat and carbs and every vaguely questionable food group for years.

And, in writing about it in confused and confusing ways, I became the very thing I set out to destroy in the food and wellness world.

Moreover, I’ve felt the need to justify my work here whenever it didn’t fit a certain mold. I’ve posted vegan recipes and felt like I should explain why they’re vegan. I posted a gluten free recipe and felt like I should explain why it was gluten free. I’ve posted recipes with cheese and meat and dairy and explained, explained, explained.

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And frankly, I’m sick of explaining. When I first started blogging here, I didn’t know what my brand was. I didn’t know anything about myself or what I wanted to be. Most likely, I’ll never fully figure it out, but I have a better idea now, and here it is, in all its beautiful simplicity:

This blog is a collection of things I like to eat.

That’s it. No more, no less. Sometimes I like to eat things because they’re healthy; sometimes I like to eat things because they feel good. I drink cocktails and I drink tea. I eat energy balls… and I eat cake. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.

So here’s to making peace with food. Here’s to mental and emotional growth, and to sharing desserts with friends without guilt or shame. Here’s to eating without explaining.

Now, after all that, I’m going to share a dessert recipe. It has butter and flour and sugar in it (and even a shot of bourbon), and it’s delicious. Is that okay with you? It’s okay with me.

I’ve always been partial to fruit desserts, especially in the summertime when sweet, juicy stone fruit is abundant. The only thing better than a peach with juice that drips down your arms is a peach jammed in a cobbler.

This cobbler uses classic biscuits that you punch out with a cookie cutter, but have no fear! You don’t even need to roll them out. Just pat ’em into a rectangle, fold ’em over themselves a couple times, and you’re good to go. They’re the most low-maintenance biscuits ever. (Bonus points if you double the biscuit dough and bake off some extras just to schmear with butter.)

So, friends, cheers to food freedom. May you love yourself enough to eat what you damn well please without justifying it to anyone. *dives headfirst into a big bowla cobbler*

IF YOU MAKE THIS PEACH BISCUIT COBBLER, DON’T FORGET TO SNAP A PHOTO AND TAG ME IN IT ON INSTAGRAM @FEELINWHISKY! I LOVE SEEING WHAT YOU DO WITH MY RECIPES!