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.
All two thousand words of that love letter is in this season's Edible San Francisco. Out Now. Free if you can find it. Or worth it if you can afford to subscribe.
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)"
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