A Slow Sunday Ritual: Coffee, Cobbler & Calling Mom

Some Sundays call for a reset.

Not a productivity sprint. Not a fresh start with big intentions.

Just… a quiet morning. A warm cup of coffee. A scribbled to-do list with call Mom right at the top. A little sunlight stretching across the dining room table.

That’s the kind of Sunday I love the most.

It’s the kind where the French press does its thing while I water the plants. Where I flip through old recipe books until I land on something that smells like comfort.

This week? It was peach cobbler. The kind you don’t have to fuss over — just juicy fruit, a little sugar, some butter, and a delicious crust that comes together in one bowl.

It baked while I talked to my mom on the phone. We didn’t solve anything big. We just caught up. I could hear my dad in the background asking questions; trying to be in the conversation by way of my mom. They were spending the weekend at their mountain home getaway in the Carolinas. I asked if they had seen a return of their “neighbors” (aka a mama bear and her two cubs).

Coffee in a summery orange grove mug with a family recipe book

A vintage water spayer spritzing a snake plant in a white pot

Steaming coffee being poured from a french press into a summery mug

Carolina peach cobbler summer dessert fresh out of the oven

That’s what makes these simple slow activities it a ritual — not because it’s always the same, but because it matters in the same way every time. They ground me. They warm the house. They remind me what’s enough.

If you’re looking for a little comfort today, here’s the cobbler recipe I always go back to. I adapted it from my dad’s original recipe: Simple, Southern, and full of soul.

👉 Peach Cobbler Recipe — click here.