Gifts

I've taken great delight in how many friends and family associate pears with me now, mentioning to me that they did this-and-such dessert with poached pears one night or that they heard something on the radio. Some have begun to keep them on hand for when they know I'm visiting, so we can cut them up to share as a snack.

A few have even given me gifts, which have tickled me at the spontaneous manner they were given.

In December before the school left for winter break, my friend, Kendra, brought me a little clay pendant she made in her pottery class...   

"I sort of made this by accident, but then it reminded me of you so I made it look more pear-like," she said.

Last night, another one of my friends, Jesse, stopped by with a bag of four different varieties of pears he saw at a co-op and said something to the effect, "Well, I know you're really into pears, so I got you one of each."

From left to right: two Bartlett (sorry Jesse, they're the same, except one was riper!), Bosc, and Green D'Anjou.

Thank you to everyone who entertains my enthusiastic ramblings about fruit!