Seth: What's that like? What's it taste like? Describe it like Hemingway.
Maggie Rice: Well, it tastes like a pear. You don't know what a pear tastes like?
Seth: I don't know what a pear tastes like to you.
Maggie Rice: Sweet, juicy, soft on your tongue, grainy like a sugary sand that dissolves in your mouth. How's that?
Seth: It's perfect.
Do you recognize these lines? City of Angels, of course. One of my favorite movies. I just love how Meg Ryan describes her experience of eating a pear. And Nicholas Cage? ...I just love him. Period.
For me, a pear symbolizes fall, like pumpkins.
And pediatrician appointments.
They are everywhere right now, but I especially like the ones I get at the farmer's market. Small, speckled and dense. Solid little treasures that fit so perfectly in the palm of your hand.
The ones I brought home were not quite like those Maggie Rice describes. They were better suited for a pear crisp.
*these I made with soy butter so my 4yr old, N, could enjoy.
Peel, seed and chop a bunch of pears.
toss with some sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg
For the topping: flour, soy butter, brown sugar and oats. Work quickly to get these mixed so the soy butter doesn't melt. mix some of the topping in with the pears. Fill some small bowls (or a larger pie dish..whatever you have) and sprinkle the remaining topping on top. Add a dollop of soy butter and pop in a 350 degree oven for about 30 minutes.
You'll know they are done when you can smell them and your kids faces are pressed up against oven door.