A good pear is hard to find. And when you do find one, one that smells sweet, feels soft, but not too soft, and tastes like manna from heaven, it is very, very hard not to gobble it up straight away. It is hard to peel it, cut it up into little pieces, resist devouring those, and then put it into a cake.
I rarely buy pears as more often than not, they are rock hard when you buy them, and they stay rock hard for about 2 weeks, and then they begin to rot. They never actually ripen. So I tend to save myself the anguish of being teased with the promise of pear loveliness that ends in rotten disappointment. Last week I found some good pears. Read the rest of this entry »