This is about a quarter of our haul off our pear tree!
Last year John surprised me by walking in with six perfect pears from our small tree - a Moonglow pear tree. They were marvelous, and I devoured them greedily.
We were cooking out in our new back patio and I casually picked a few ripe pears. John came over and we started picking more earnestly. By the time he finished, he had about one hundred fifty fruit in two buckets. I triaged them into various degrees of ripeness, and we've been contemplating what to do next. (I've been eating the best ones - they're incredible.)
John'll make his famous ginger-pear pie for the weekend, I know. I've been thinking about poaching a batch for later use. John's also got me considering making pear-sauce, or maybe canning pear butter.
That brings up apples. We have five apple trees and a crab apple tree. My friend Mary Taylor and I made twenty glasses of crab apple jelly, and I'm thinking about apple butter. I'll be busy this Labor Day weekend! The apples (and pears) are incredibly nice this year - what a change from last year, when a late frost nipped the apple buds and we got none at all.
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