Peach Crisp – And Standing Up For Yourself
Today I’m sharing the first recipe I ever made, when I was three years old! Peach Crisp!
Back then, whenever Mama was in the kitchen, I was right there with her, usually underfoot. One day, Mama sat me down at the kitchen table and put all the ingredients for peach crisp in a big old bowl. She let me pour the peaches into a baking dish and then showed me how to mix up the topping before letting me “cook” on my own.
I was so proud that night at supper when Mama brought dessert to the table and declared it to be “Christy’s Peach Crisp!”.
This is a classic recipe, easily adjusted to work with whatever fruit you have on hand – fresh, canned, or frozen, and you can throw it together last minute as well. Before I get into the recipe though, I have a little tale to tell 😉
Back before old SouthernPlate.com was created, I spent my days taking care of kids, running a house, and substitute teaching in elementary school. I used to only sub at my son’s school, for convenience, and having got my fill of big bullies in high school, I also preferred to teach children that were smaller than me.
One day I’ll never forget was when I was teaching a second grade class in a small town in North Alabama. I have my own creative ways of getting my students to “sparkle” in school by building them up with positive reinforcement from the very moment I walked into the door. I used to make it a point to take the one student that caused the most problems for the teacher and see if I could turn them around by the end of the day. I realized that while the teachers had to deal with everything day in and day out, I could serve as a “fresh horse” so to speak, so I tried to use that to be helpful.
There was one student in that second grade class who began the day being disruptive and got progressively worse as the day went on. I won’t go into detail on her behavior but suffice it to say, it was real bad in a real bad way. Eventually, I was unable to teach and told her that I needed her to go sit at the back of the class while I finished the lesson. This seven year old girl stood up, put her hand on her hip, swung her neck around a bit and said “You don’t know who you’re talking to!”
Boy, was she right. To have a seven year old child with that kind of boldness and lack of respect for authority, I truly had no idea who I was talking to.
I think about that girl from time to time. She would be in high school now, in her junior or senior year, I hope things got better for her at home. I hope she got some encouragement and direction in her life, and I hope she learned the value of an education and stayed in school.
But then sometimes I think of her in a different way – which may throw some of y’all here but hang in there with me.
I think of her boldness. For a seven year old child to do something that I, in my decades upon this earth, would have a hard time doing. To stand up and say “You don’t know who you’re talking to.”
Yes, it was wrong of her then, but how many situations have I been in in my life where such behavior would be entirely appropriate and yet I’ve sat there and smiled instead?
When we are right about something – such as the way people are and are not allowed to treat us, what causes us to sit still? I know a lot of people like to pin this on the Southern upbringing but I don’t fault it in the least. Our upbringing has taught us to show grace to others, to be kind whenever possible, and to assert ourselves in ways that often get much better results than pushier methods.
I think it is because we don’t show ourselves the same protection that we show others. Think about it. If you are a parent and someone verbally attacks your kid – how fast does your Mama or Papa bear come out? But if they attack you, a lot of folks take time to weight the attack and try to decide if it is deserved or not.
Lawd chile, you know better than that. Stop letting people bully you. Stop letting folks talk down to you and treat you disrespectfully. Every human deserves respect.
I have a significant birthday coming up soon and I’m proud to say that, although it has taken me more than a few decades, today I can stand up when someone mistreats me and channel my inner rebellious seven year old when I say “You don’t know who you’re talking to.”
Hey, if a seven year old can do it, I certainly can!
Give it a try next time the need arises :).
Now lets make peach crisp.
You’ll need: Oats*, Brown Sugar*, Peaches, Butter or Margarine*, Flour*, and Cinnamon.
*Oats – Quick or old fashioned, whatever you have.
*Brown Sugar – dark or light, whichever you prefer
*Butter or Margarine – Whichever you have on hand and/or can afford. Ignore anyone who judges or complains, if they have free time for that then they have time to cook for themselves.
*Flour – All Purpose or Self Rising, either one will work just fine for our purposes here.
Drain your peaches and pour them into the bottom of an 8×8 baking dish, or a pie plate. Whatever you grab out of the cabinet first.
Place all of your other ingredients into a mixing bowl.
Mix ’em up really well with a long tined fork or pastry blender if you’re fancy.
(It’s just as okay to be fancy as it is to be plain)
Sprinkle that over the top of your peaches.
Bake at 400 for 20 minutes, or until lightly browned.
Serve warm, with ice cream if you like. Enjoy!
Ingredients
- 29 ounce can sliced peaches drained
- 1/2 cup flour all purpose or self rising
- 3/4 cup brown sugar dark or light
- 1/2 cup oats quick or old fashioned
- 1/2 cup margarine or butter softened
- 1 teaspoon cinnamon
Instructions
- Pour peaches into 8x8 baking dish.
- In large bowl, place all other ingredients. Mix will with a long tined fork or pastry cutter. Sprinkle over peaches.
- Bake at 400 until lightly browned, about 20 minutes. Serve warm.
- Excellent with ice cream.
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Don’t they know who they are talking to? You are the daughter of a King!
My Dad and Mom worked in the cotton mills in Gastonia, NC and we lived on what was called ‘the mill hill’. Small houses built when the mill was built to allow families to live close to work. All of us were poor but well fed and very happy! My behavior was influenced by this atmosphere! All of the kids were in and out of each others houses and ate where we found dinner on the table!!! If I misbehaved bad enough at Mr and Mrs Taylor’s house or any others, they would immediately call me down and, if bad enough, swat my behind!! Then when I got home.. and if they called Mama.. I had another scolding and usually a SWAT!! I am 67 and have had so many people tell me that I was ‘raised right’..I thank God every day for my upbringing and the lessons on how to treat people!!!
I am a very good listener. I learned that from my Mom but after listening I know when to speak up. I learned that from my Mom to. Of course now that I am 70 I can say I’ve had a lot of practice.
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Timely post! God certainly guides you in your posts and stories! We do need to stand up for ourselves, sometimes loudly, sometimes softly. If we don’t respect ourselves, how can we expect anyone else to respect us? It is hard to correct another adult when they disrespect us – I know I am always so shocked when someone is rude and hurtful, that I’m shocked to silence (surprised?? me too!). I need to learn to say, softly, that they really didn’t need to say _____. Amazing how long those stinging words stay with you. That’s when grace has to come in to play! Thank you for another great story and recipe!!!
Fortunately, I’ve never had a problem standing up for myself. However, I’ve brought unnecessary stress & misery by standing up ALL OF THE TIME. In my “later” years and especially when dealing with my daughter, I’ve learned to “pick my battles”. Life is much more pleasurable now. I didn’t realize until later that by speaking up ALL the time, for myself and others, I made myself a lightening rod and actually diluted my inputs. Since I was the one to speak up always, people were ignoring me half of the time (blah, blah, blah). When I speak up now, I almost always am paid attention and my input is measured and appreciated. So yes, speak up, but pick your battles. Allow room for others to speak up too.
Patty, I totally agree! There is a fine line between standing up for yourself and being a rude bully. As in all things, moderation seems best! Susan said something about grace coming into play and that is SO true! I’m afraid I would not appreciate being talked to like that by the little girl, so I would have responded to her with a bit of authority…”Yes, I know very well who I’m speaking to, and you should be mindful of who YOU are speaking to”! I know that is not a popular response these days, but sometimes it is necessary.
As a mother, grandmother, and former teacher, I have 60 plus years of experience in dealing with others. Most of the time, a spoonful of sugar DOES go a long way! My dear Dad always said, “You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar”! I know there are those who do not respond to kindness, and I have come to accept the fact that I cannot “reach” all people. Everyone has their own “issues” and we cannot possibly know the inner turmoil someone may be going through and why they act as they do.
I probably do not always stand up for myself as I should, but I always weigh the cost of saying something. Plus, it depends on the people involved and the situation, as well as the setting. Perhaps it all boils down to self-esteem and confidence and some of us do not have that in abundance! I’m still working on it at 64 yrs of age! Sorry I have gone on and on here! In closing, I love Christy’s stories – reminds me of some of my own – and I love her recipes! I have her first cookbook and love it! I need to get the second one, but was sidetracked with cancer and major surgery. Now I’m ready to cook and eat again! Blessings to all of you!!
Christy, A lady has to EXPECT to be RESPECTED.
Once, a supervisor was talking extremely crudely during coffee break…WAY crude..i ignored him..but, he persisted..all full of IT.
After 3 times of “sharing”..I turned to him and smiled, saying:
“Don’t I look like a Lady”.”.I am a Lady.”..
And took my cup of coffee..turned my back on him..left him standing there..
and went to my table.
In stores..if treated less than one would expect…I smile..and say, [sincerely]..”Are you having a bad day?” I hope it gets better…
A Smile goes a long way..It is CONTAGIOUS..So, is a frown.
In working with kids..I came across a few like your little girl…
I always said, while gently nodding my head [affirmative]…”You are so pretty.
…And, Pretty girls don’t act [or talk] that way.”
AND..as my precious Mama always said :”That’s my story…and I’m sticking to it”..LOL..
Love your blogs Christy.
I also use this for any fruit .Its easy and quick and delicious.