As I said a few days ago, I recently sat down and wrote my heart out on the subject of Pears. All Pears. A love letter to Pears and all they've graced me with.
Subtlety, creaminess, juiciness, sweet, crunchy, floral, texturally explicit, voluptuousness, mystery, sexiness---
all these and more.
Pears. Beautiful beautiful pears.
A little taste teaser of what you'll find if you get a hold of a copy soon:
"If a pear were a woman she would never leave her house without a fancy hat, high heels, well-tailored, texturally explicit and sumptuous clothing, a matching purse, and a polite, but purring demeanor. The pear as woman is, as a queer theorist might say, High Femme. Think I’m being overly dramatic? Consider what others have said before me:
“There are only ten minutes in the life of a pear when it is perfect to eat,” Ralph Waldo Emerson said.
“There is an old saying that one must sit up at night to eat a pear – meaning that it is essential, but tricky, to eat a pear at precisely its ripest moment.” Fruit A Connoisseur’s Guide and Cookbook Alan Davidson & Charlotte Knox (Mitchell Beazley Publishers 1991)"