Cobbjob

Four years ago, in the middle paternity leave for my 3rd daughter, I found myself craving something warm, comforting, and decidedly non-diaper-related. So, in a rare moment of peace during paternity leave, I did what any reasonable person would do: I baked a cobbler. And then baked 2 more. 3 in one day! Little did I know, that first cobbler would spark a tradition that took over the world—welcome to Cobbler Week.

What started as a way to stay sane quickly turned into a full-blown celebration of all things cobbler. By the end of that first week, my kitchen had transformed into a cobbler command center, and my friends had become full-fledged cobbler addicts. Cobbler week was born, and before long, it became an annual event that everyone looked forward to—especially me.

These days, Cobbler Week is a family affair. My daughters and I team up in the kitchen, turning it into our own little bakery. They help mix the dough, sneak bites of fruit, and somehow manage to get flour on everything within a five-foot radius. Together, we create cobblers that we proudly share with our very best friends, because nothing says “I appreciate you” like a dessert that’s packed with love and just the right amount of sugar.

As we gear up for the 4th Annual Cobbler Week, I can’t help but smile at how far we’ve come—from bleary-eyed baking sessions to a full-on cobbler extravaganza. It’s messy, it’s fun, and it’s our way of adding a little sweetness to life’s chaos.

So here’s to another year of family bonding, unexpected kitchen adventures, and, of course, delicous Cobbjob cobbler. Happy Cobbler Week, everyone! And may we all remember the words of our Lord & Savior Jesus Christ ” Love is patient, love is kind, and most of all…love is Cobbler.”

-Patrick