I got this recipe from my wife who got it when she was young from some lady named Hazel Evans. Ms. Evans is gone, but she left us a pretty damned tasty, easy to prepare cake.
It's also worth mentioning that I did not make my own pie crust for this. I struggled with it, but honestly, I really hate making pie crust. Combine that with the convenience of Pillsbury's fairly tasty offering, my rogue rolling pin, my heavy oven usage during the filming, and fate made the decision for me.
I came to appreciate this dish more in my drinking years as a hangover remedy, assuming it's made with hot sausage and tons of cayenne, particularly when served on greasy hashbrowns, topped with eggs over easy and tons of Tobasco.
Homemade biscuits are easy and hard all at the same time. The hard part is keeping everything cold while while managing your moisture levels. This should not be a wet dough.
Freakishly sweet, rich blackberries are in season right now and I need a decent Southern dessert to bring this home. Now, in the interest of full disclosure, this is one of those dishes from my youth, passed down from my Mamaw to my mother, except they called it blackberry cobbler. It is not a cobbler.
